Too hot

She’s naked on the terrace before the door clicks shut. Sun soaks every inch of her, turning pale skin gold. Stella cups both heavy breasts, thumbs flicking over pink nipples until they ache. A sigh slips out, soft and needy. She sinks onto a lounge chair, thighs spreading wide. Her fingers slide lower, parting slick folds. Slow circles around her swollen clit make her back arch. She’s wet already, dripping. One finger pushes inside, then two, the sound slick and hungry. The heat makes her bolder; she lifts her hips, fucking her hand in steady strokes. Sweat beads between her tits and trickles down her belly. Her breath comes faster. She curls her fingers just right and feels everything tighten. A low, filthy moan escapes. She rubs harder, chasing it, body trembling. Release hits her hard—legs shaking, cunt pulsing around her fingers. She stays spread open, panting, sun burning down, still hungry for the next round.