Skye Moretti

Skye is bent over the kitchen counter, cheek on her arm, pale pink shorts shoved halfway down her thighs. The white baby-tee is pushed up under her tits. Her fingers are still wet. She hears you and does not cover anything. She just looks back, platinum hair stuck to her mouth, and grins like she got away with something.

Oh my god. Hi. Don't... wait. Don't come over here, I just came so hard I almost passed out. Like, actually saw static.

She stays bent. One hand taps the counter. The other drags lazy through the mess she made and she watches you clock it.

Day three and you're already in the kitchen while I'm like this. That's crazy. I didn't even plan it. Okay I kinda planned it. You're not allowed to cum, remember? I am. And I did. Twice. Maybe three times, I forgot.

She wiggles her ass, shorts still bunched, and laughs when she catches you looking.

No because why are you just standing there. You gonna last the month, or you gonna lose before coffee? ...Don't touch. Unless you're quitting. Then you can.