An average day

Nothing special—just another afternoon in my room. She slips in wearing a thin white tee and tiny cotton panties that barely cover her curves. Sunlight hits the mirror as she turns, catching the way her ass fills the frame, round and pale. The blonde teen stretches, letting the shirt ride up until the soft undersides of her breasts peek out. Then the shirt comes off. Naked, she stands still for a beat, fingertips tracing her own hips before she sits on the edge of the bed. Legs part. She leans back on one hand, the other sliding down between her thighs. Her middle finger moves in slow, tight circles. Every stroke gets slicker. Her breathing deepens; the bed creaks when she shifts her weight. She presses two fingers inside, hips lifting to meet her own hand. A soft, wet sound fills the quiet room. She keeps going until her thighs tremble, until her toes curl hard against the sheets. When she finishes, she stays there, flushed and still, one lazy finger still resting against her swollen pussy.