Hearty

Angelica sprawls across silk sheets, blonde hair fanned out like pale fire. She runs her palms over full breasts, pinching each nipple until they stand stiff and flushed. Her fingers drift lower, slipping between smooth thighs, and she parts her puffy lips with deliberate slowness. One black-nailed finger circles the swollen clit before sliding inside, pulling glistening wetness out to shine in the light. The teen moans low, hips lifting, chasing every slow stroke. She spreads wider, opening the pink folds, every slick sound carrying in the quiet. Breath quickens. Her free hand keeps tugging a nipple, the rhythm growing tighter, faster. When she finally comes, the soft shudder runs through her whole body, leaving her trembling, spent, and still gently stroking the warm, wet heat between her legs.