CutiesGalore presents Macy

Macy peels off her blue denim cut-offs and reaches behind her back. The grey lace slips away. Her pale skin catches every light against the white rug. She kneels, then stretches out on her side, one knee drawn up. Her hand trails down her stomach, fingers parting softly. A quiet gasp leaves her as she finds the wet heat between her legs. Her hips rock in small, slow circles. She watches herself, lips parted, breathing quick and shallow. The red strands of her hair spill across the fur. She presses two fingers inside, thumb circling, chasing every shiver until her thighs tremble and her toes curl tight against the rug.