Sight Seeing

Morning pours over the valley like honey. Kagney stands at the window of her hillside house, blonde hair catching the light. She slips off her robe first, then her tank top, revealing full breasts that bounce softly with each movement. Her shorts follow, panties already damp against her skin. She turns, cups both tits, squeezes the soft flesh, and pinches her pink nipples until they stiffen. Her fingers drift lower. Two slide between her legs, part her wet lips, and find her clit. She rubs in slow circles, then faster, breathing harder. A moan escapes as she sinks two fingers inside, pumping them in and out, her juices shining on her hand. She sits on the edge of the bed, spreads wide, and keeps working her pussy—rubbing, fingering, hips rocking—until her thighs tremble and she comes with a sharp, pretty cry that echoes against the quiet hills.