Brunette fingers herself while smoking.

She had decided to take a break from everything, undressed like so many other times, lay down on one of her favorite chairs in the garden and lit a cigarette. The sound of calm enveloped her and with each puff of the cigarette she felt waves of pleasure flooding through her. She knew her body did not bring in inspiration and let her hands slowly roam up and down her legs. Her thighs were soaking with the characteristic warmth that the humidity gave them, and when she was ready, she let her moans flood the place and her hand not only caressed her most fragile part, but her naughty fingers penetrated with force that hidden cave.