CutiesGalore presents Shira

Shira never lets anyone into her bedroom. We talked our way past that door. Once we sat across from her, she stayed quiet, fingers twisting the edge of her shirt. Then she slipped a hand beneath the cotton, touched herself, and the shyness began to melt. She eased her thighs open, breathed a little harder, and brought out a small vibrator she kept hidden. The toy hummed softly against her, circling and pressing until her hips moved on their own. She glanced at us, cheeks flushed, and kept going. Every stroke looked like a secret she’d been dying to share. Shira worked the toy deeper, free hand gliding over her breasts, until her body shook and the quiet room filled with her soft, shaky sounds.