Jessica Andrada - Part 1

Jessica stepped under the hot lights with curls dripping down her back like they’d just dragged her out of the shower. Tiny water drops clung to her skin and rolled between her tits, past her flat belly, straight down to that dark little triangle between her legs. Every move made a small splash on the floor. She shook the curls, sending a spray across the camera lens, and smiled like she knew exactly what was going to happen next. The water kept trailing off her nipples, down the curve of her ass, dripping off the inside of her thighs. Second take—same thing. Soaked hair swinging, slick skin shining, a naughty grin that promised way more than just getting wet.