Amateur Casting Couch: Sasha is almost a virgin

Sasha Yung sits on the couch, nineteen and still tasting like a secret. She’s fucked three times in her life. Two weeks ago the number was zero. Now she’s on camera asking for number six. The ropes bite first. She’s never worn them. Her wrists cross behind the small of her back; the black cord pulls her shoulders tight and her tiny tits forward. She breathes through her nose when the red ball slides between her teeth and straps shut. Drool starts down her chin in seconds. Fingers part her. She jumps. The first time she’s felt a stranger’s hand. Her cunt is slick already, tight, almost shy. Two fingers press in, curl, and she jerks like she’s been slapped. A muffled whine leaks around the gag. Her hips chase. She comes hard—second orgasm of her life—shaking, thighs snapping shut, then spreading again because the fingers won’t stop. Number three rips out of her faster. She tries to twist away, rope holding her open. Sweat runs between her tits. The wand replaces the hand. She screams into the gag when it touches her swollen clit. Number four knocks her sideways. Five leaves her glassy-eyed and drooling. Six finally breaks her; she sags in the ropes, eyes rolling, body twitching with every aftershock. She came here almost a virgin. She leaves used, dripping, and already hungry for more.