CutiesGalore presents Ivanka

Ivanka turned eighteen a few months ago. Tonight she peels off her denim skirt, lets it drop, and thumbs the edge of her white cotton panties down her thighs. Her bare pussy comes into view, already slick. She presses two fingers against her clit, circles, then pushes one inside. The stretch pulls a quiet gasp from her. She reaches for the slim vibrator, coats it with spit, and eases it between her cheeks. The toy slips in inch by inch until the base sits flush. She flips the switch. The low buzz hits deep. Her hips rock against the mattress, slow at first, then faster. Sweat beads on her stomach. The pace grows frantic, fingers rubbing in tight circles while the vibrator hums inside her. When she comes, her thighs clamp together and a sharp cry breaks loose. For a moment she lies still, breathing hard, toy still nestled where she put it. Then she smiles like she already knows she’ll do it all again tomorrow.