Sugarbabe

She steps into the light like she already owns it. Barely legal, hair the color of wheat under summer sun, and eyes that say she knows exactly what she wants. Corie is new to this game but the way her hands move says she’s a quick study. She peels off her tiny top, lets her small breasts catch the air, then slides her shorts down her hips until nothing is left between her fingers and her skin. She settles back on the bed, legs falling open, and runs two fingertips along the soft seam of her pussy like she’s greeting an old friend. The touch turns firm. Her breath shortens. She circles her clit, slow, then faster, hips lifting every time her fingers dip inside. A flush climbs her chest as she works herself open, wet sounds filling the quiet. She bites her lip, eyes half-closed, and rides her hand until the pleasure crests sharp and sudden. Her thighs quiver. A small cry slips out. For a first time on camera, she already knows how to make it count.