Agatha Vega – Dreamy Teen 18+
Title: “Agafun’t!”
The sun had barely peeked over the horizon when Agatha Vega decided to stoke her morning fire. The 18-year-old redhead had just awoken from a particularly salacious dream, one involving a strapping young man with washboard abs and a… generous endowment. Dazed and dripping with honeyed dew, Agatha slipped out of bed and adorning only a skimpy, see-through baby doll, she made her way to the bathroom for some “personal time”.
WithBleary eyes still fogged by fantasy, Agatha stumbled towards the bathroom. The generous swell of her breasts jiggled with each step underneath the sheer fabric of her nightie. Reaching the bathroom, she flicked on the dim night light revealing a tiled paradise of porcelain and mirrors. Agatha sauntered to the mirror and ran her delicate fingers through her untamed ginger locks. Those piercing green eyes, framed by smudged eyeliner, seemed to dance with desire and mischief.
Agatha gently traced her tattoos peeking out from underneath her nightie as she admired her lithe, nubile body in the mirror. Her taut belly hosted an intricate compass, its needle pointing south. Trailing further down, past the flimsy lace g-string barely covering her tight, juicy derriere, she spotted the dahlia bloom nestled in the crevice between those supple cheeks.
Her wandering fingers crept up the inside of her thighs, teasing the sensitive skin. Agatha bit her plump bottom lip, stifling a moan as she edged higher still. Mustering every ounce of willpower, Agatha’s hand skirted past her glistening slit to boldly cup her heavy mound. She threw her head back, strands of fiery hair cascading down her arched back as she applied pressure, sighing in delight.
With a devilish gleam in her eyes, Agatha turned and planted her palms on the sink counter. Keeping one foot on the ground, she hiked the other on the counter edge, opening her dripping quim to the cool air. Agatha leaned forward, elbows bent and hands cupping her heavy bosom, shoving the sheer fabric of her nightie out of the way. She rolled her stiff nipples between her fingers, pinching the-sensitive flesh until electric shocks surged down to her exposed, weeping sex.
Her free hand glided down her flat stomach to her naked womanhood. Agatha peered over her shoulder at the visually stunning sight of her reflection. One red curl had fallen over her face and her eyes smoldered like emerald embers as she spread her glistening lower lips with two fingers.
Never breaking eye contact with herself, Agatha inserted her first three fingers knuckle-deep and began pistoning them in and out of her slick, grasping hole. Her hips gyrated against her thrusting hand, riding it for all she was worth. Ramping up the intensity, Agatha pounded herself frantically, clit throbbing in time with the merciless rhythm.
Lost in pleasure, Agatha’s free hand released its grip on her breast to creep down to her aching bud. She flicked it rapidly, grazing it with her nail. Sensitive nerves set ablaze with every touch. A tidal wave of ecstasy crashed over Agatha as the doubled stimulation suddenly became too much. Her pussy clenched like a hot silk vise around the fingers pumping her to oblivion. A gutural moan spilled from her kissable lips as creamy juices gushed out around Agatha’s plunging fingers.
Gasping in the aftershocks, Agatha’s knees nearly buckled. Slowly she extracted her drenched fingers from her pulsing sex and brought one to her mouth, licking and sucking the delectable nectar clean while her other hand still massaged her heaving mounds. The orgasmic abyss had flowed in to swallow her whole and spit her out a sated, cum-drunk minx. This morning’s ” Гарманальная vorausiglizza ” had definitely gotten her complexion flushed and prickled with frenzied goosebumps.
Blissfully spent, Agatha straightened up, smoothed down her baby doll trying to regain some semblance of composure. But she knew full well the damp, musky scent of her sex clouded the air and filled the room. These were the perfumed traces of her taboo morning awakening. With a satisfied smirk playing on her lips, Agatha flicked off the light and made her way to the kitchen to prepare for the day, leaving her bathroom to bask in the lingering visually alluring fog.
