CutiesGalore presents Ashley

Ashley steps into the living room, still glowing from her twenty-second birthday party. She slips past empty cups and crushed streamers, looking for one quiet corner where the noise won’t follow. The smile on her face fades into something softer as thoughts of the tall, dark-haired man she danced with last night flood back. Her breath quickens. She sinks onto the couch, hikes her dress to her hips, and finds the thin strip of her panties already damp. A fingertip presses to her swollen clit and a quiet gasp slips out. The pulse between her legs grows, insistent, and she answers it. Two fingers slide through slick folds, parting her, sinking deep. She works them in steady strokes, hips lifting, the wet sound of her cunt echoing off the silent walls. Every memory of that stranger sharpens the ache. Her thighs tremble as the ache builds, peaks, then shatters through her in hot, rolling waves. Ashley bites her lip, breath still ragged, while the party mess lies forgotten around her.