CutiesGalore presents Monchi

Monchi stares at her bare slit like she wants to crawl inside it. Her fingers slip between the folds and spread her open. Pink and glistening. The lips part with a soft wet sound. She watches. She breathes through her mouth. A fingertip circles the entrance, then sinks in to the first knuckle. She pulls it out again, shiny, then pushes two fingers in deeper and holds them there. Her hips tilt. Her other hand comes up to pinch one small nipple, rolling it until it stiffens. She lets out a short, low laugh when her pussy clenches around her knuckles. The laugh turns into a sigh. She pulls the fingers free, strings of slick clinging to them, and rubs the wetness over her clit in tight circles. Her stomach tightens. She reaches for the slim toy beside her and brings it to her entrance without ceremony, pressing the rounded tip inside until half its length disappears. She fucks herself with steady strokes, the toy gliding in and out, her shaved lips gripping it on every pass. Her free hand stays busy at her clit, matching the rhythm. She keeps her eyes on the toy, on the way her cunt swallows it, on the wet shine that coats the shaft each time it slides free. Her breathing shortens. The muscles in her thighs twitch. She pushes the toy all the way in, bottoms out, and holds it there while her fingers work her clit faster. Her mouth falls open. A small, helpless sound escapes her. Her legs start to shake. She rides it out, fingers still moving, toy still buried, until the tension breaks and her pussy flutters around the plastic in quick, greedy pulses.