CutiesGalore presents Ingrid

Ingrid is twenty-one and ginger. She parts her knees on the bed and the camera slips between her thighs like a hand. The cotton of her panties is already damp. When she peels them aside the lips part with a soft sound, pink and slick. She looks down at herself, half shy, half proud, then brings the clear toy to her entrance. It slides in slowly at first, the tip stretching her. She watches it disappear. The glass grows cloudy with cream as she works it deeper, pumping with a rhythm that turns quick and greedy. Her other hand finds her clit and rubs it in tight circles while the dildo thrusts harder. Her breath catches, then she moans, the soft little noises turning louder each time she bottoms out. Soon her hips lift to meet every stroke, chasing the pressure, the wet slap of her own body taking the toy over and over. Her face changes from girl-next-door to something raw and hungry, eyes half-lidded, mouth open, all she wants right now is to come.