CutiesGalore presents Leenda

Long blonde hair spills over her shoulders as Leenda steps inside, wide blue eyes and an innocent smile giving nothing away. The door shuts. She peels the clothes off right there, leaving pale skin bare in the afternoon light. She climbs onto the bed and parts her thighs, fingers already drifting between them. She knows exactly what she likes. Slow circles over her clit first, then faster, slick sounds filling the quiet room. A soft gasp slips out as her hips lift toward her hand. She reaches for the toy on the nightstand, slick with lube, and presses it to her entrance. It slides in deep on the first push. She works it with steady rhythm, free hand still rubbing tight circles above. Her breath turns ragged. She fucks herself harder, thighs shaking, every stroke dragging a louder moan from her throat. When she comes, she keeps the toy buried to the hilt and rides it through the pulses, fingers never leaving her swollen clit until the last tremor fades.