Sun bathing

Anita Pearl stretches across the warm stone. Sunlight licks every inch of her bare skin. She arches her back, small breasts lifting, nipples tight from the breeze. Her fingers trail down the soft curve of her stomach, finding heat between her thighs. She parts her legs wider, letting the sun kiss the smooth pink folds there. One fingertip circles her clit, slow at first, then firmer. Her breath quickens. She slides two fingers inside, a soft wet sound breaking the quiet. Her hips roll up to meet each stroke. Blonde hair fans across the hot surface beneath her. She doesn’t rush. Every movement is lazy and greedy at once. Her free hand cups a breast, thumb brushing the stiff nipple. She gasps, eyes half-closed, chasing the ache building low in her belly. The sun keeps pouring over her—golden, steady, merciless. Her thighs start to tremble. She presses deeper, knuckles brushing her slick entrance, and comes with a sharp, broken sound. Afterward she stays open, fingers resting against her soaked pussy, letting the light dry every trace of pleasure from her skin.