Casual babe

She looks like the girl who just tossed her backpack on the couch and decided to touch herself instead of studying. Hoodie half unzipped, tiny sports bra doing its best to hold in those big tits, and a pair of cotton panties that already show a darker spot between her legs. Blonde hair pulled into a messy ponytail, she sits back, knees apart, and slides her hand under the waistband without bothering to take anything off. Her fingers move slow at first, pressing against her clit through the fabric until the cotton clings to her. Then the hand disappears inside, working deeper, her hips lifting every so often like she can’t help it. The hoodie slips off one shoulder. Her bra stays on, cups pushed aside so a heavy breast can spill free while she pinches her own nipple. Breathing gets sharper, wet sounds louder, and she keeps her eyes half-closed, biting her lip as her wrist moves faster under the thin cotton. When she comes, the quiet grunt sounds almost surprised, like pleasure sneaked up on her right there in that half-dressed, half-careless state.