Sunshine girl

Sun feels better when nothing covers me. No strings, no fabric—just bare skin soaking up every ray. I stretch out, letting the warmth touch everything. No one else around, so my hands wander where they want. I tease my nipples first, rolling them until they tighten, then slide lower. My legs part. Two fingers dip between my slick folds, rubbing slow, lazy circles over my clit. The heat on my skin and the wet, steady pressure inside me make my thighs tremble. When the ache gets too sharp, I slip two fingers deep, fucking myself in rhythm with each soft pulse. Sweat beads on my belly. My tits jiggle with every thrust. I chase that tight, golden rush until it cracks through me, hips jerking, breath catching. Aftershocks leave me limp against the towel, thighs sticky, skin glowing darker.