Blonde after school

The house is quiet when she drops her bag. Shoes off, skirt riding high, she stretches out across her bed and slips a hand beneath her panties. Her fingers move slow at first, then quicker, circling the wet heat between her legs. She bites her lip, blonde hair spilling across the pillow, legs spreading wider as the pleasure builds. Soft gasps fill the room while she chases her release, school uniform still half on, the day forgotten in the wet rhythm of her own touch.