Come on in!

Cassy stands there with that open smile. Blonde hair, nineteen, and she wants your attention on her. Every click you make lands exactly where she wants it—her neck, the slope of her breasts, the soft skin between her thighs. She strips slow at first, then faster, fingers finding their rhythm. Two fingers dip inside, wet and easy. She watches herself, lips parted, hips rolling against her own hand. Black hair spills over one shoulder. She switches angles, spread wide on the sheets, still touching. Her breath gets short. Her back arches. She pushes herself over, gasping, thighs trembling, body flushed. She smiles again when she’s finished, still naked, still waiting for the next click.