Stacy Cruz, clad in nothing but a skimpy black thong and heels, strutted into the room with an attitude that could melt any man's heart. She didn't need to say a word; her body spoke volumes as she sashayed over to the bed, climbed on, and spread her long, toned legs invitingly.
Her eyes locked onto the camera, a mix of defiance and desire in their depths. With a seductive grin, she reached down and slowly pulled her thong to the side, revealing her glistening accumulation of arousal juices.
"Are you ready for this?" she asked in a husky voice.
Moments later, her fingers found their way to her wetness, slowly exploring and teasing the sensitive folds of her womanhood. As she began to finger herself, her back arched off the mattr As she began to finger herself, her back arched off the mattress in ecstasy.
