CutiesGalore presents Karen

Karen looks like every grade-A overachiever, straight-A student, tight curfew, locked down on weeknights. Yet the moment the door clicks shut, her straight-laced facade melts. Alone in her room, she peels off the uniform piece by piece, black hair slipping loose over bare shoulders. Her fingers drift lower, find her already-swollen clit, and begin a slow, unhurried circle. She sighs—sharp, sudden—then reaches for the toy she keeps hidden beneath the pillow. Thick, slick, and curved just right, it slides into her with a wet, greedy sound. She works it deep, hips lifting, breath hitching, chasing each fresh pulse of heat until the sheets tangle beneath her and her quiet moans fill the empty house.