CutiesGalore presents Ann Marie

She stands before the mirror, that tiny g-string straining to contain what spills over its edges. Ann Marie turns slightly, letting the light catch the soft curve of her mound pressing against the fabric. She peels the g-string down her thighs, steps out of it, and reaches for the dildo waiting on the bedside table. Her slender fingers wrap around its base as she stretches out across the sheets, legs falling open without hesitation. The toy slides between her folds, finding her already wet, and she works it in with slow, deliberate strokes. Her free hand moves to her breast, rolling the nipple between her fingers while her hips lift to meet each thrust. The rhythm builds, the toy glistening as she takes it deeper, faster, until her breath comes short and her thighs begin to tremble. She doesn't stop until the tension breaks and she arches hard against the mattress, mouth parted around a sound that fills the quiet room.