Anita gets naughty

Anita stretches out on the sheets with nothing to do and no one to do it with. Her fingers slip under the cotton, trace the warm skin there, and linger. The panties stay on at first, thin enough to feel every stroke through the fabric. She rubs slow, then harder, letting the soft material press and slide against her. A small damp spot darkens the pale pink. She pulls the crotch aside, runs two fingertips along the slick seam, circles her clit until her hips lift off the bed. Breathing quickens. She slides the panties down just far enough to hook around one ankle, spreads wider, and fucks herself with steady, shallow strokes. The cotton brushes her thigh each time she pushes in. When the ache sharpens, she drags the damp fabric back up and grinds against it until her thighs tremble. Her free hand squeezes a breast, pinches the nipple through her thin top. The rhythm stays lazy, teasing, until the tension breaks and her stomach tightens in short, rolling waves. She keeps her hand cupped there afterward, feeling the last flutters against her palm.