In the kitchen

She stands in the kitchen, blonde hair catching the light. The teen peels the banana slow, eyes half-closed like she already knows where this is going. Lace lingerie clings to her curves, barely there against that round ass. She leans back against the counter and spreads her legs, fingers sliding down to touch herself through the thin fabric. Each stroke gets deeper. She brings the banana to her mouth first, then lowers it, teasing her entrance with the tip before easing it inside. The kitchen fills with the wet sound of her fucking herself, hips rolling, fingers busy on her clit. She moans soft at first, then louder, legs shaking, chasing every pulse until she comes hard against the counter.