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Petite Gina Gerson kicks off her shoes and catches sight of herself in the mirror. She wants the clothes gone. Her little tits look perfect, hips neat, ass firm and round, every inch of her still young and unmistakably woman. She peels off the bra, wets two fingers and rolls one stiffening nipple while she watches. White cotton slides down next. The cool air kisses the bare curve of her ass and the slit she’s already starting to wet. She drops onto the bed, fishes the slim pink vibe from the drawer, thumbs it to life and laughs as it buzzes against her toes. The hum creeps up her leg, over the taut skin of her thigh, then pushes straight into the slick heat inside her. Her head sinks into the pillow. She drags the buzzing tip over her swollen clit and feels her stomach tighten. A hard roll onto her belly and she thrusts the toy in deep, twisting the head until it hits that electric spot. Every push feels almost as good as a real cock working her—long, slow, sure. She’s done teasing herself. She presses the soaked vibrator hard against her pulsing clit, hips bucking, thighs shaking, until the orgasm slams through her. She comes hard, soft little cries spilling from her lips, then collapses limp on the sheets, chest rising fast, cunt still twitching. She never even needed someone else to get there, only her own reflection and the wet pink toy still buzzing on the bed.