CutiesGalore presents Mariah

Mariah steps into her bedroom and shuts the door with a soft click. Her skin tingles. She knows what she wants and she wants it now. A slow smile spreads across her face as she peels off her top. Her breasts bounce free, heavy, round, and warm under her palms. She cups them, thumbs brushing the stiff peaks, then squeezes just enough to make her breath hitch. The rest of her clothes fall away without ceremony. Naked, she stretches out on the sheets, legs parting as her hand slides down her belly. Fingers slip between her folds, already slick, and she starts rubbing slow, firm circles over her clit. The heat builds fast. She rolls her nipples between her fingers, pulling, twisting, chasing the sharp little shocks that shoot straight down. A low moan slips out, then another, louder, as her other hand dips lower and pushes two fingers inside. Her hips lift, grinding against the pressure, and she adds a third. Wet sounds fill the quiet room. Her back arches, breasts heaving, nipples tight and dark. Pleasure coils tighter and tighter until it snaps. She comes hard, thighs trembling, fingers still moving, milking every last pulse. Breathless, she sinks back, flushed and satisfied, the scent of her arousal thick in the air.