CutiesGalore presents Shira

Shira came home from school and found the house empty. She slipped out of her clothes and stretched across the couch, skin bare against the cushions. Her slim hands moved slowly, tracing her curves, then slipped lower. Fingers parted her lips and sank in, drawing a soft, wet sound. She kept at it, breathing harder, until she reached for the dildo she had hidden nearby. With the toy slicked and ready, she shifted onto her side, eased it between her cheeks, and worked it carefully into her tight rear. Her hips rolled with each push, thighs trembling as the pleasure built, slow and steady, until nothing else mattered.