Oops! Wrong Selfie!

Katrina Colt snaps selfies in her bedroom, phone angled low as she pulls her shirt up and lets her tits spill out. She bends over, spreads her ass cheeks, then parts her legs to flash her pussy in full view, grinning at every click. Next she slips back into a tight top and jeans, takes a handful of tame shots that show nothing but her smile and clothes. She scrolls between safe and filthy, finger hovering, trying to pick the right one for her feed. The timer on the stove cuts that short. She slaps a random picture up and sprints to the kitchen to yank the casserole out. Thirty minutes later Demi Hawks bursts through the door, eyes wide, blurting that a nude shot is sitting online. Katrina goes cold, deletes it fast, thanks Demi for the save. Demi blushes, admits she looked before it vanished, and that’s all the spark Katrina needs. She pulls her top up again, right there in the kitchen, offering the real thing this time—no screen, no distance, just warm skin and the invitation heavy in the air.