Daydreaming Tasha

Tasha lives inside her head. The smallest spark lights her up—some stranger’s hand on her thigh, a tongue between her legs, the stretch of a thick cock pushing deep. These visions hit her hard, so hard that she stops whatever she’s doing, peels off her dress, and sinks her fingers straight into her pussy. She rubs fast, then slow, chasing one rush after another, blonde hair spread across the sheets while her tits bounce with every sharp, wet moan.