Cutiepie

Ashley B. stands naked in the studio. She’s got that tight teen body you don’t see every day—small perky tits, a flat stomach, and smooth skin that still carries a hint of baby fat. A slim natural blonde with legs for days, she knows exactly how good she looks and loves proving it. One hand drifts down, fingers sliding through the soft patch of hair between her legs, then lower, parting herself with slow, deliberate strokes. She’s already wet. Two fingers slip inside, pumping in an even rhythm while her free hand cups a breast, pinching the nipple until it tightens. Her breathing picks up, soft and shaky, as she works herself deeper, hips tilting to meet each thrust. She switches hands, brings glistening fingers to her lips, tastes herself, then returns to her clit, rubbing tight circles until her thighs tremble. She sinks to her knees, spreads wider, and keeps going—faster, harder—until her moans turn into short, desperate gasps and the orgasm hits, rolling through her in waves. She stays there a moment, flushed and smiling, still lazily stroking the aftershocks out of herself.