Posing for the camera is always so exciting for her that it doesn't take long before her delicate hand has worked its way between her thighs and her finger is rubbing the lips of her pussy as she writhes gently on the sheets, closing her eyes for a few blissful moments and moaning lightly with a budding lust that grows harder and harder to resist with each day. When her mind finally decides, a surge of arousal pulses through her and she dips her finger into her pussy, making it wet and slippery before drawing the digit up to her clit, teasing the small nub in light circles and then returning to her warm slit. Mina would die if she knew I was touching my pussy like this. Sexy Ara smiles to herself as she spreads her lips apart with two fingers and runs the fingertip of her free hand between them, a little trick that never fails to make her shiver. Her nipples rise even harder as she digs down into her slick depths, scooping out a trail of slippery wetness and smearing it across her hard pink clit. I could call Rina in here and put those little cuffs back on her wrists. Maybe tie her down with my ankles and give her no choice but to lap at my tight hole. Her clit hardens at the very thought, sending a gush of hot sticky wetness across the tops of her fingers as she wiggles it inside her sopping pussy and plunges her other hand beneath her, prodding and poking at her own opening. She gasps when her fingertip grazes the right spot deep inside her and her whole body reacts with a sharp contraction of delicious heat that washes over every inch of her skin, rippling across her petite, naked curves and making her gasp and groan as she finds the right angle, pushes up onto her toes and plows deep into her hungry snatch until all the strength seems to rush from her arms and she collapses back onto the bed. She's not worried about taking care of her clit and massaging the pleasure into it; the orgasm is just enough to put a sheen across the skin of her pale white breasts and smooth the tension from her jaw for the brief moment that she enjoys the feeling of her legs tingling with energy. It's when the world starts spinning that the fun really begins, and the moment the hazy blur returns to her eyes she's running her hands up her ribs, past her nipples, and wrapping her fingers around the hair on the back of her head. The tingling in her legs grows as the orgasm subsides, becoming a kind of pressure that demands an outlet for release, and without any further thought, she bends forward and puffs a long breath against her wet pussy.
