Home alone

Jessica comes through the door in her school uniform, drops her bag, and turns the deadbolt. She kicks off her shoes and slides out of her skirt before she even reaches the bedroom. Down to just her white blouse and the lacy panties that barely cover her, she climbs onto the bed and spreads her legs. One hand squeezes a breast through the thin cotton while the other slips under the lace, rubbing slow circles over her clit. Her breathing quickens, and soon the blouse is unbuttoned, breasts freed and nipples pinched between her fingers. She pushes the panties aside, dips two fingers in, then three. The wetness makes soft sounds against her skin. She folds her thumb, presses harder, and takes her whole hand inside. Her hips lift and drop with every thrust, the delicate stretch drawing small, needy gasps from her. The scent of her arousal hangs in the air, and her thighs quiver as she works her fist deeper, chasing the sharp pleasure building at her core.