Lovely Lucy

Lucy Lux stretches out on her bed like she owns every inch of it. Nineteen, blonde hair messy from sleep, nothing on but sunlight sliding down her stomach. Her free hand wanders lower, fingers slipping between soft thighs, finding that warm, slick heat she’s been craving since she woke up. She circles her clit with two fingertips, slow at first, testing the pressure, then faster, hips rolling up to meet her own touch. A small gasp slips out; she bites her lip, squeezes her breast with her other hand, thumb flicking over the stiff nipple. The strokes get wetter, louder. Lucy’s breathing turns shallow, legs spread wider, knees bending so she can push two fingers inside, fucking herself in smooth, steady thrusts. Her back arches, blonde strands cling to her forehead, and she rides her hand until the tension snaps—body trembling, soft moans filling the quiet room as her climax rolls through her, leaving her flushed and smiling.