Spring spirit

Spring hits and the sun pulls her outside. Nikky steps onto the porch in a scrap of sheer white lace, her full tits pushing hard against the thin cups. The warm light finds every curve. She doesn’t keep the lingerie on. She peels it away, lets it drop, then settles back against the railing, legs spread. Sun on her skin. Fingers already between her thighs. She plays slow at first, tracing her clit, teasing the wet folds. A soft moan slips out. She dips two fingers inside, rocks her hips, and her other hand slides lower. One fingertip circles her tight little asshole, pressing, pushing. She opens for it, takes it deep while her pussy grips the fingers in front. Sunlight glints on the slick mess she makes, and she works both holes in a steady rhythm, blonde hair falling across her face, tits bouncing with every thrust of her wrist.