Afternoon moans

Evelyn returns, that wicked little smile already on her lips. Sun still clings to her skin, warming every inch. She peels off the thin dress like she’s unwrapping something rare. Her legs go on forever, smooth and bare, leading straight to the slight parting between them. The lips there are soft and pink, glistening already. She drops back against the pillows, knees bent, heels sliding apart. One hand trails down her stomach, then lower. Fingers part those delicate folds. A single fingertip circles her clit, slow, teasing, until her breath catches. She spreads wider, showing everything, and keeps stroking in unhurried, deliberate strokes. The moans come soft at first, then deeper, richer, as her hips start to move with her hand. She’s in no hurry. Just lazy afternoon pleasure, sweet and unfiltered.