CutiesGalore presents Ava

Ava strolls in wearing nothing but the dimples of her smile. She peels off the last scrap of fabric and lets her full tits bounce free. Their weight sways as she cups them, thumbs brushing over stiff nipples until the ache makes her knees dip. She settles on the bed, knees wide, and runs two fingers between her legs. Her shaved pussy is already slick. She circles her clit, slow at first, then faster when her breath catches. A slender toy waits on the pillow. She licks it, sucks it wet, and pushes it inside in one long slide. The toy disappears, reappears, slides again, her hips lifting to meet every stroke. She whispers to herself, dirty little words no one else will hear. Her big tits roll with each thrust. She pinches one nipple harder, the other hand never stopping between her thighs. Her stomach tightens. Her toes curl. Then the rush hits. She comes hard, back arched, mouth open, the toy buried deep while her thighs tremble. Afterward she lies still, cheeks flushed, skin glistening, hand resting between her legs like she isn’t quite ready to let the feeling go.