CutiesGalore presents Paloma

Paloma plays the good girl. But the ache between her legs sometimes pulls her upstairs. Alone, she peels off her pants, lets the rest fall away, and stretches out on the bed, bare skin against the sheets. Her fingers trace circles over her clit, slow at first, then firmer, wetter. She presses two fingers inside, pushing deeper each time, breath catching with every thrust. The room stays quiet except for the slick sound of her hand working and the soft, helpless moans she tries to swallow. Each stroke tightens something low in her belly until her hips lift off the mattress, chasing the sharp pulse that finally breaks through her. When it hits, she rides it out with small, greedy movements, then goes still, flushed and satisfied, already wondering how long she can wait before she needs it again.