CutiesGalore presents Questa

Questa came back from dance practice in pink tights still warm from movement. She caught her reflection mid-stretch and decided the view deserved more than applause. She peeled the tights down just far enough, knees open, heels braced against the edge of the bed. Her fingers found her pussy already slick from the morning’s work, and she rubbed slow circles that quickly turned greedy. Each flex of her hips showed off the line of muscle she’d earned on the floor; every soft moan slipped out without permission. She came with her head tipped back, breath caught between a laugh and a gasp, pink fabric twisted around one ankle like a trophy.