Cheeky babe

Britney leans back on the soft chair and lets her skirt ride higher. She’s alone, lights low, hair loose over one shoulder. One hand slides between her thighs and she parts her knees, exposing the pale skin and the tidy blonde thatch. Her fingers move in slow, steady circles, and her breath comes a little rougher each time she presses down. She glances up at the camera—half invitation, half dare—then slips two fingers inside, hips lifting to meet them. The room fills with the slick sound and the quick rhythm of her wrist. Blonde, teen, fresh-faced and already showing herself without shame.