Savannah Bond. Holy shit. This girl walked into the room and my jaw hit the floor. She is from Sydney Australia and you can tell right away. That sun kissed skin. That laid back confidence. That smile that says I know Im hot but I dont need to prove it to anyone. I found this photo set she did last year and I have been staring at it for way too long.
She is tall. Like really tall for a girl. Five foot seven maybe five foot eight. Long legs that go on forever. A narrow waist and hips that curve out just right. Her tits are fake but in the best way. Not those hard basketballs you see sometimes. Soft. Round. Natural looking. Big but not ridiculous. They sit high on her chest and they have that perfect teardrop shape.
Her hair is blonde. Not that fake yellow bleach blonde. More like honey blonde. Warm. Sunlight caught in her hair kind of blonde. She wears it down in this set. Long. Past her shoulders. Wavy like she just got out of the ocean and let it dry in the wind. And her face. Fuck. Big brown eyes. Full lips. A nose that is just slightly crooked like she maybe broke it when she was a kid playing sports. Makes her look tougher. More real.
This shoot was done in a hotel room. One of those fancy ones with floor to ceiling windows and a big white bed. The sun was setting outside. Golden hour. That warm orange light coming through the glass and hitting her skin. You can see the dust floating in the air. Little specks of light dancing around her. Thats the kind of detail you dont get in big budget productions.
She starts off wearing a white robe. Nothing underneath. You can see the outline of her tits through the fabric. The belt is tied loose around her waist. She is standing by the window looking out at the city. Her back is to the camera at first. The robe shows off her shoulders. Her back. That little dip at the bottom of her spine right above her ass.
Then she turns around. Slow. Like she knows exactly what she is doing. She unties the belt and lets the robe fall open. Not off. Just open. Her tits are right there. Bare. Tan lines? No. This girl does not have tan lines. She is tan all over. From her face down to her toes. Even between her tits. Even on the inside of her thighs. Perfect even color like she lives naked on a beach somewhere.
She pushes the robe off her shoulders and it drops to the floor. Now she is completely naked. Standing in front of that big window with the city behind her. Anyone in the building across the street could see her. She does not care. She puts her hands on her hips and tilts her head to the side. That smile again. The one that says caught you looking. I dont mind.
Her ass is incredible. Round. Firm. Two perfect handfuls. When she turns around to face the window you get a good look at it from behind. She looks back over her shoulder and bites her lip. Then she shakes her ass a little. Just a little wiggle. Teasing. She knows exactly what she is doing and she is having fun with it.
She walks over to the bed and sits on the edge. Legs crossed at the ankle. Leaning back on her hands. Her tits are pushed forward now. Standing up even more than before. Her nipples are light pink. Small. Hard from the air conditioning or maybe from being watched. She looks down at her own body for a second. Runs a hand over her stomach. Her skin is smooth. No scars. No stretch marks. Just perfect tan skin.
She uncrosses her legs and opens them wide. Not shy at all. Shaved clean. Smooth. Wet already. Just from standing there being looked at. She touches herself with one finger. Just a light touch at first. Then two fingers. Then she pulls her hand away and looks at her fingers. They are shiny. She holds them up to the camera. See? Thats for you.
She lies back on the bed. Her hair spreads out on the white pillowcase like a golden fan. One arm over her head. The other hand between her legs. She closes her eyes and starts touching herself for real now. Not teasing. Not performing. Just feeling good. Her hips start moving a little. Small circles. Pushing up into her own hand.
Her mouth is open. She licks her lips. Then she bites her bottom lip again. Her breathing gets faster. Her stomach is moving up and down. You can see her ribs when she breathes in deep. She is not making a lot of noise. Just little breaths. Little sighs. The kind you make when you are alone in a hotel room and you dont have to be quiet but you are not trying to put on a show either.
She rolls onto her side facing the camera. One leg straight. One leg bent with her knee up toward her chest. Her hand is still between her legs. Her fingers are moving fast now. You can hear it. That wet sound. She opens her eyes and looks right at the lens. That look is intense. Not angry. Not bored. Just present. Like she is right there with you.
Then she flips onto her stomach and buries her face in the pillow. Her ass is up in the air. The highest point of her body right now. She reaches back with one hand and touches herself from behind. Her hips are grinding into the bed. Her whole body is moving. Her tits are pressed into the mattress. You can see them squished from the side. Soft. Full. Spilling out a little.
She comes hard. I can tell because her whole body freezes for a second. Every muscle tight. Her toes curl. Her back arches. Then she collapses into the bed like a puppet with its strings cut. She is breathing heavy. Face down. Arms spread out. Legs apart. Sweat on her lower back. Sweat behind her knees. Her hair is a mess now. Stuck to her cheek and the back of her neck.
She lies there for a few minutes not moving. Then she slowly rolls onto her back and stares at the ceiling. A big smile spreads across her face. That smile is pure satisfaction. She is not looking at the camera anymore. She is just lying there enjoying the feeling. Her hand rests on her stomach. Her chest is still moving up and down fast. Her tits are rising and falling. Her nipples are still hard.
Finally she looks at the camera and laughs. A real laugh. Not a porn laugh. A real human laugh. She says something under her breath. I could not hear what. Probably something like damn that was good. She runs her fingers through her hair and sits up. That is it. The set ends there. No big finish. No fake ending. Just a girl who had a really good time alone in a hotel room.
Savannah Bond is different. She is not trying to be cute or sweet or innocent. She is just herself. Hot. Confident. A little bit wild. That Australian energy is real. She grew up near the beach. She surfed. She played sports. She has that healthy tan athletic look that you cannot fake. No gym obsession. No plastic surgery disasters. Just a naturally beautiful woman who knows what she has and is not afraid to share it.
Here are two shots from that day. The first one is her standing by the window right after the robe dropped. Naked. Hands on her hips. That smirk on her face. The golden hour light hitting her tan skin. The city behind her. She looks like a goddess looking down on everyone below. The second one is her on the bed on her stomach right after she finished. Face down. Ass up. Hair messy. Sweat on her back. That satisfied look even though you cannot see her face. You can feel it. Both of these shots show exactly why she is one of the best working today. Not because she is the prettiest. Because she is the realest.