Hot and horny

Heat still clings to her skin when she steps out, tiny beads of sweat rolling down every curve. They leave her body slick, every inch aching for attention. Her fingertips trace the sheen, and the first slow stroke turns into two. She spreads her thighs wider, finding the slick heat between them, and begins to work herself in firm, greedy circles. Her breath breaks into soft gasps that match the rhythm of her hand. Blond hair sticks to her damp shoulders. She rubs harder, chasing the quickening pulse, until her fingers slip inside and her hips lift to meet each thrust. The slickness makes every movement louder, wetter, and she leans into it, chasing release with nothing but her own touch.