Vitamine babe

She stands in the bright kitchen, slipping her dress off her shoulders until nothing remains but a set of sheer black lingerie that frames her tan skin. A blonde teenager with a soft, inviting smile, she opens the fridge and pulls out a thick cucumber, turning it in her hands like a prize. She slides one bra strap down, then the other, letting her small breasts spill free. With one hip against the counter she presses the cool vegetable between her thighs, rubbing it along the thin crotch of her panties until the fabric darkens. She glances down, watching the way her body responds, then peels the cucumber slowly, every movement deliberate. Juice runs over her fingers; she licks them clean before lowering the vegetable again, this time easing it past the soaked lace and into herself in steady strokes. Her breath hitches, short and sweet, as she rocks her hips against the counter edge, riding the thick length while the refrigerator light glows behind her. When her knees begin to shake she braces both palms on the marble and comes with a low, trembling moan that echoes off the white tiles. A moment later she straightens, calm again, and places the glistening cucumber on a plate like nothing ever happened.