Innocence

Eve has that face—soft eyes, a little smile—like she belongs in choir robes instead of naked on a couch. You don’t expect the next move, yet there it is: the thick cucumber sliding between her lips, her thighs spreading wider, her bare pussy taking the heavy length inch by inch. She works it slowly, breath catching each time it sinks deeper, the wet sound of her cunt growing louder as the toy stretches her open. A quiet sigh, then a sharper gasp, her hips rocking to meet it. Every stroke makes her pussy glisten, the wide vegetable parting her just a little more. She keeps her legs open, head tipped back, letting every filthy second play out.