CutiesGalore presents Daysie

She sits all by herself, missing the touch of another, aching for it. Nothing and no one around, except you. Your eyes on her keep her wet, keep her aching. Daysie opens her legs wider, her fingers sliding down between them. Every slow stroke is for you. She watches the way you watch her, mouth parted, soft moans spilling out, and every sound she makes is an offering. She rubs herself harder, hips rolling, her breath catching as her fingers sink inside. Her free hand grips the cushion, her thighs start to shake. Daysie keeps her eyes locked on yours, each gasp getting louder, each touch more desperate, until she comes hard, trembling and breathless, still looking at you.