CutiesGalore presents: Felicity

Felicity found the house empty and decided it was finally time. She pulled a thick cigar from the desk drawer and rolled it between her fingers, weighing it like she would a cock. The idea made her grin. Just once she wanted to know how it felt to wield one. She stripped off her clothes, let her black hair spill over bare shoulders, and sat on the edge of the bed. With her knees spread wide, she traced the smooth barrel along her slit, letting the tip nudge and part her lips. The wood grew slick fast. She eased it inside, inch by inch, and the stretch pulled a low moan from her throat. She rocked her hips forward, fucking herself with slow, deliberate strokes, her free hand cupping a breast, pinching the nipple until it stung. The wooden shaft gleamed every time she pulled it out. Soon her rhythm turned urgent. Her thighs trembled; her breath shortened to sharp little gasps. When the orgasm hit, she arched hard, muscles clenching around the cigar, wetness running down the polished wood onto her fingers. She stayed still for a moment, savoring the pulse inside her, then slipped the cigar free with a wet sound and set it aside.