Summer start!

Summer hits. Heat crawls under the skin. Barbora sheds her top, the fabric sliding down her hips until only bare skin meets the warm air. Her blonde hair sticks to the back of her neck, damp from the temperature. She stretches out on the sheets, thighs parting, one hand drifting between her legs. Fingers trace the smooth, pale skin, then press against the tender center. She watches the sunlight move across her body, the slow rise of her breath turning into a soft gasp each time her fingertips glide over slick flesh. No hurry. Just the steady rhythm of a girl alone, stroking herself to the pulse of the season.