CutiesGalore presents Sirene

Sirene stood there, eyes spitting fire: What the fuck do you want from me? She peeled her clothes away anyway, skin catching the light, nipples stiffening as cool air hit them. Once she was bare, her hand slid down between her legs. Two fingers parted her smooth lips, dipped inside the wet heat, and came out slick. She rubbed slow circles over her swollen clit, breath catching, thighs tensing. Then she drove her fingers deep again, hips rolling with the rhythm, faster now, until her whole body tensed and a soft, broken moan spilled out. She kept stroking through the aftershocks, unwilling to stop, hungry for one more.