At the patio

Angel Rivas sits alone on the patio. Sun warms her skin as she peels off her clothes piece by piece. Naked, she leans back on the lounge. A soft breeze moves over her breasts and down between her legs. She parts her thighs, fingers sliding over her smooth pussy. Her middle finger circles her clit, slow at first, then firmer. Wetness gathers fast, her lips parting easily under the steady pressure. Angel tilts her hips, chasing the feeling. She presses two fingers inside, slick and warm, then pulls them out glistening. A moment later, a thin stream of piss arcs from her and splashes on the tile, darkening the surface. Her breathing grows shallow. She returns to her clit, rubbing tight circles until her thighs tremble and her body tightens. A soft moan slips out as the pleasure crests, leaving her flushed, glistening, and spent in the sun.