Gal Ritchie Rough and Uncut

Gal Ritchie struts around in pink-and-yellow scraps of lingerie, grinning like she just got away with something. She grabs a water bottle and starts spraying herself, letting the streams hit her chest, belly, and thighs until the thin fabric clings like a second skin. When everything’s nice and slick she peels the soaked pieces off, flings them aside, and drops onto the couch—legs wide, knees bent, giving Tommy Pistol the sort of invitation he never turns down.