Up Close Solo Gal Ritchie

Gal Ritchie just hit me with that smile and asks how my day’s been. She’s rocking this tiny green minidress that matches her eyes—knew I’d love it on her, and she was right. She clocks the way I’m eye-fucking her and grins, says she’s glad she turns me on ‘cause she’s itching for a good time too. Turns out the thought gets her hot; her nipples poke right through the fabric. Gal cups her tits, thumbs circles around them until those nubs stiffen nice and tight, then she tells me to watch the show. Her legs ease apart, flashing dainty panties she picked out just for me. Middle finger glides up the crotch, pressing, circling her clit in lazy strokes while she narrates exactly what she wants—my fingers first, then every inch of my cock. Heat rises in her voice, her motions get sharper. Down comes the top of the dress; out pop her bare tits. The panties slide down to her ankles and vanish. Now fully spread, she keeps rubbing her soaked pussy for me, grinning like she’s proud of the mess she’s already making.