Peeping Sweetie

Kari lingers just outside the door. Something is happening on the other side. She feels it in the way her body tightens, in the quick rush of heat between her legs. Her pussy is already wet, soaking the thin fabric of her panties. She leans closer, listening. That alone is enough. Her fingers slip under her skirt, find the slick heat, and rub. Slow at first. Then harder. Her breath comes shallow. She sinks down, knees apart, back against the wall, and keeps touching herself. Each stroke makes her wetter. She doesn’t care if anyone sees. She needs it now. Her fingers move faster, hips lifting, chasing the edge until it finally breaks and she comes in silence, biting her lip to stay quiet.