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Her platinum blonde hair peeks out from under the white knitted beret, framing those wide, crystal-blue eyes lined with smoky purple shadow. The sheer white blouse clings lightly to her slender frame, the deep V-neck embroidered with delicate pink hearts that draw the eye straight to the gentle swell of her small, perfect breasts. Beneath the gauzy tutu skirt layers upon layers of translucent tulle nothing at all covers her smooth, bare pussy, already flushed and glistening faintly in the warm light. She shifts, uncrossing her long legs slowly, letting one knee fall open while the other stays bent. The skirt rides up effortlessly, exposing the silky inner thighs and the pink slit between them. Her fingers trail lazily down her stomach, over the embroidered fabric, then slip under the hem. She parts her lips in a soft, breathy sigh as two delicate fingers glide along her folds, spreading the slickness she''s already built up just from posing like this. Her other hand cups one breast through the thin material, thumb brushing over the hardening nipple until it pokes visibly against the cotton. Rising to her knees on the cushioned seat, she arches her back, pushing her ass high while her chest presses forward. The tutu fluffs up around her waist like a cloud, leaving her completely exposed from behind round cheeks parted just enough to show the tight little rosebud above her dripping entrance. She reaches back with both hands, spreading herself wider, fingers sliding through her wetness before dipping inside. One finger, then two, pumping slowly at first, the wet sounds barely audible over her quiet whimpers. Her hips rock in tiny circles, chasing the friction, beret slipping slightly as her head tilts back in pleasure. She turns to face forward again, sinking back into the chair with legs spread wide over the armrests. The black strappy heels dangle from her pointed toes as she hooks one leg high, opening herself fully. Her pussy lips are swollen now, clit peeking out, begging for attention. She uses three fingers this time two curling deep inside while the middle one rubs frantic circles over her clit. Her free hand pinches and tugs at a nipple, pulling the blouse aside so both breasts are bare, pale skin flushed pink. Moans spill from her parted lips, growing louder, more desperate. Her body tenses, thighs trembling as she fucks herself harder, fingers plunging in and out with slick, obscene noises. The orgasm hits fast she cries out sharply, back bowing off the chair, toes curling inside the heels. Clear fluid coats her hand and drips down her inner thighs as her pussy clenches rhythmically around nothing now. She keeps rubbing slow, gentle circles through the aftershocks, milking every last shiver until she''s panting, glowing, completely spent. Finally she lowers her legs, skirt falling back in messy folds, and brings her glistening fingers to her mouth. She sucks them clean with slow, deliberate licks, blue eyes half-lidded and satisfied, a tiny smile playing on her glossy lips. The beret is crooked now, hair tousled, but she looks even more angelic and far more sinful than when she started.