Teen spirit

Meet Barbara. Fresh. Blonde. Still playing, only her toys have grown up. She stretches out on the bed and shows off a bright yellow vibrator, the kind with that little tongue for her clit. She clicks it on, runs the buzzing tip between her lips, and slowly works it inside. Her breath hitches. Inch by inch, deeper, until it disappears and the extra nub sits snug against her swollen clit. She keeps one hand on the base, twisting, rocking, letting the steady pulse fill her. Her hips lift, chasing the rhythm. Wet sounds echo each push. She spreads wider, thighs trembling, and when the pleasure crests she bites her lip and lets it shake through her, milking every last shiver from the toy buried in her tight, dripping pussy.