ВНИМАНИЕ: 18+
1.
18-year-old blonde Sandy stood in the middle of a concrete floor wearing only white ankle socks. She had on a short gray crop top with the words "Daddy's Lil Monster," which she had already pulled up to her collarbones. Her small but perfectly round breasts, with their stiff pink nipples, trembled with every breath.
In her right hand, she held a roll of bright yellow caution tape labeled "CAUTION – DO NOT CROSS," bought from a hardware
store for three dollars.Sandy bit her lower lip, looking thoughtfully straight into the lens of the phone already mounted on a tripod.
— So… according to Ontario provincial law, you can be topless in public at 18, but the pussy has to be covered," she said aloud, as if rehearsing an excuse, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and excitement.
She looked down: she wasn't wearing any panties. At all. Her smoothly shaved pubic mound was already slightly flushed, and a warm wetness was already felt between her legs.
Sandy stepped towards a pile of clothes in the corner, picked up tiny white thong panties… and with a short laugh, threw them away.
— I'll make it cooler," she whispered, unrolling the tape.
The sound of tearing tape in the silence of the garage was indecently loud.
She sat down on a cold metal chair, spreading her knees so wide that everything inside her clenched with anticipation.
With trembling fingers, she placed a piece of the yellow tape right over her clitoris, pressing it firmly.
She slowly, with a quiet moan, began to insert the other end of the tape into herself…
The camera was already impassively recording her idea. Sandy's first truly forbidden shoot was just beginning.
2.
She tore off a piece of tape about twenty centimeters long. She held one end just above her clitorus, so the yellow "CAUTION" lettering was positioned right over the most sensitive nub. The other end hung freely, like a bright flag.
Sandy took a deep breath. The fingers of her left hand spread the folds of her labia, and she felt how wet and hot everything was inside already. With her right hand, she took the free end of the tape and slowly, as if afraid to scare away her own pleasure, began to insert it into herself.
First, just the tip. The tape was rough, with a polyethylene backing, and this roughness against the delicate mucous membrane made Sandy exhale sharply.
— Oh… god…" she whispered, her eyes half-closed.
Another centimeter. Another. Her vagina tightly gripped the foreign object, as if unwilling to let go. Now about seven or eight centimeters of bright yellow tape were inside her, and every millimeter of movement resonated inside with a pleasant heaviness.
She carefully fanned out the free end, a little more than half the tape, over her vulva like pathetic petals. The tape barely covered her clitoris and labia: if she moved just a little, everything would be visible. But it was this "just a little" that made the shot unbearably lewd.
Sandy looked down and saw herself on the phone screen: innocent pigtails, a childlike face, a mouth slightly open with excitement… and between her legs, a bright yellow "caution" that essentially hid nothing.
She pressed the remote shutter.
Click.
Click.
Click.
— Damn… this is going to be the most expensive content of my life…
The camera was still recording, and Sandy was already preparing for even hotter shots.
3.
She stood up from the chair. The tape that had been inside was soaked with her juices; it hung between her legs like a bright yellow, wet tongue. The teenager took it with two fingers and slowly, with obvious pleasure, pulled it out.
Schlop.
The tape slipped out of her vagina with a wet sound, like a cork from a bottle. Sandy threw the used piece on the floor; it landed with a soft slap and lay there, shiny and indecently explicit.
She tore off a new piece, the same length as the previous one.
Sandy sat back down, but now on the floor in a squat, heels together, knees apart, like a porn star at a casting.
With her right hand, she placed one end of the new piece directly on her vulva, tightly, with no gaps. One motion—and the tape was stuck from her pubic mound all the way to her tailbone, sealing her clitoris and covering the entrance.
Sandy stood up, took a step. The tape stretched slightly, squeezing her genitals with every movement.
She walked to the wall, turned to face the camera, spread her legs wider, and slowly lowered herself until she was squatting directly in front of the lens.
Her legs were spread as wide as her young body would allow.
The yellow tape now essentially hid nothing, only accentuated.
Sandy looked straight into the camera, smiling the dirtiest smile of an 18-year-old girl and whispered hoarsely:
And at that moment, she slowly spread her knees even wider, as the camera captured every millimeter.
Sandy continued even more boldly.
The tape barely covered her clitoris, and the strip itself dug between her labia, dividing them into two plump halves.
— God… I can feel it tickling me… so good…
She relaxed her hips but didn't close her legs. Instead, she raised both hands above her head, interlocking her fingers, and arched her back.
Her breasts pushed forward, her nipples hard as pebbles.
Her entire lower body was now in the frame in close-up: the yellow tape stretched to the limit, her labia showing clearly through it, and a tiny tremor running across her stomach from excitement.
Sandy suddenly stopped sharply, as if coming to her senses.
She looked straight into the camera, her lips trembling, her cheeks burning.
She said in a quiet, halting voice:
— If I come right now… you'll all see it. For real. Uncensored.
And at that moment, she slowly, teasingly, ran one finger along the stretched tape from top to bottom, right over her clitoris.
Once.
Twice.
A third time—harder now, with pressure.
The tape dented inward slightly, and it was visible how everything beneath it pulsed faintly.
Sandy sucked air through her teeth, her body arching.
…and she froze right on the edge, not allowing herself to cross the line.
Another second of silence.
Then a short, hoarse laugh sounded:
— No… not now. It's going to get even dirtier.
4.
Sandy got down on all fours in the middle of the garage.
Knees and palms on the cold concrete, back arched, ass raised high towards the ceiling.
Her pigtails hung down, the tips touching the floor.
A new piece of tape again stretched from the very top, where the yellow strip began right above her clitoris, pressed tightly against her already wet labia, running practically between them, digging into the tender flesh, and going back, between her buttocks, all the way to her tailbone. The end was stuck just above her anus, so the tape looked like a thin, bright, indecent scrap.
Sandy looked over her shoulder into the lens.
Eyes wet, cheeks burning, lips parted.
She slowly lowered her right hand between her legs and placed her middle finger right in the middle of the yellow strip.
First, she just touched. Then she began to move it.
Slowly. Bottom to top. Top to bottom.
From tailbone to clitoris and back.
Each movement of her finger pressed the tape deeper bit by bit.
The rough material rubbed against her swollen clitoris, slid over her labia, sealed the entrance to her vagina.
Sandy breathed through her mouth, short and fast, as if after a run.
— Mmm… like this… by law… you can't finger yourself, but you can on the tape…" she whispered to the camera in a hoarse voice.
Her finger sped up. A circle. Another circle.
The tape was already soaked through with her juices, slightly darkened in the middle.
Sandy lowered her head, pressing her forehead to the floor, sticking her ass up even higher.
Her left hand reached back, spreading her buttocks wider so the camera could see everything: how the tape dug in, how her body trembled, how her finger wasn't just moving but literally fucking her through that thin yellow barrier.
For the last few seconds, she masturbated fast, hard, without shame.
Orgasm hit her sharply and loudly.
Her hips shook, the tape finally shifted a little, revealing for a split second the glistening pink flesh, but then immediately stuck back in place.
Sandy froze, breathing heavily.
Then slowly, still trembling, she removed her finger.
The tape remained in place, wet, crumpled, but technically still covering everything.
She slowly turned to face the camera, sat on her butt, spread her knees one last time, and pointed: the yellow strip was in place. The law was observed.
A smile appeared on her face—tired, victorious, absolutely depraved.
— Thanks for being with me on my first real shoot, boys…
— Subscribe. It's going to get even dirtier soon," she whispered into the camera.
The red light went out. The garage fell into silence.
Only a wet piece of yellow tape remained on the floor, and the scent of an aroused 18-year-old girl who had just created her first lewd and expensive content.