Foxy Roxy

Roxy sprawls across the bed in nothing but a thin cotton thong, her blonde hair spilling over the pillow. Her legs stretch long and smooth, freckles dotting the tops of her thighs like tiny secrets. She runs one hand down her flat stomach, pauses at the waistband, then slips beneath. A soft sigh escapes as she finds the slick heat between her legs. She moves slowly at first, circling her clit with lazy fingers while her free hand cups one small breast, thumb brushing the stiff nipple. Her hips lift. The thong twists to the side, exposing smooth pink folds, already wet. She pushes two fingers inside, biting her lip, and begins to fuck herself in steady strokes. The room fills with the quiet sound of her wetness and the occasional sharp gasp when she hits the right spot. Her toes curl. She doesn’t stop until her thighs tremble and a flush spreads across her chest, leaving her flushed and panting in the aftermath.