Garden adventures

Anita Pearl steps out into the garden wearing next to nothing. The open air touches her skin, and a sudden heat spreads through her. She slips out of her clothes, fingers already drifting lower. She spreads her legs on the grass, rubs her slick folds in slow circles, then pushes two fingers inside. Her breath catches. She keeps working her hand between her thighs, hips rolling with each stroke, eyes half-closed, chasing the feeling until it peaks and leaves her flushed in the sunlight.