Pinkie Teen Aruna

The tiny pink strapless dress clings to her perky breasts and flares out into layers of ruffled tulle, so short it barely covers the curve of her ass when she moves. She props herself up on one elbow, legs stretched out long and bare, one foot dangling lazily off the edge while the other bends at the knee, showing off smooth, toned thighs. The hem rides up dangerously high as she shifts, revealing the delicate pink lace thong underneath thin ribbons tied at the hips, the sheer front panel doing nothing to hide her neatly trimmed landing strip or the soft swell of her mound. She holds a little pink notebook in one hand, twirling a pen between her fingers like she's jotting down naughty secrets, but her eyes are locked on you, sparkling with mischief. "Writing my diary," she says in a soft, teasing voice, biting her lower lip. "All about the things I want someone to do to me today." She sets the notebook aside and slowly sits up, knees parting as she kneels on the couch facing you. The dress slips lower, exposing the tops of her small, firm breasts nipples already stiff and pink against the cool air. She reaches up to toy with the bright pink beaded necklace that rests between her cleavage, fingers trailing down to brush over one sensitive peak, making her gasp quietly. With a little giggle she turns around, getting on all fours so her back arches beautifully. The ruffled skirt flips up completely, baring her round, tight ass and the thong pulled snug between her cheeks. She looks back over her shoulder, pigtails swinging, and hooks her thumbs into the sides of the panties. Slowly she peels them down, letting the lace drag over her skin until they catch at her thighs. Her pussy is fully exposed now pink, glistening, lips slightly parted and already slick with arousal. She rocks her hips back, presenting herself shamelessly, one hand reaching between her legs to spread her folds open with two fingers. "See how wet I get just thinking about it?" she whispers, voice breathy. "I want you to come over here... slide your fingers in first, then your tongue... make me drip all over this couch." She pushes two fingers inside herself, pumping slowly, the wet sounds obscene in the quiet room. Her other hand grips the back of the couch for balance as she starts to ride her own hand, ass bouncing with each thrust. She pulls her fingers free, slick and shining, and brings them to her mouth sucking them clean while maintaining eye contact, moaning softly around them. Then she rolls onto her back, legs spreading wide, knees bent and feet planted on the cushions. The dress bunches around her waist like forgotten wrapping paper. She reaches down again, rubbing tight circles over her swollen clit, hips lifting off the couch in needy little jerks. "Please," she begs, voice cracking with want. "I need you inside me... stretching me, filling me up until I can't take anymore. Fuck your pretty pink teen until I'm screaming and coming all over you." Her body trembles, breasts heaving, pigtails askew, every inch of her flushed and desperate for release but she's waiting, teasing, holding herself right on the edge until you finally give her what she craves.