Slow play

Kitty Jane has the whole afternoon to herself. No plans. No interruptions. Just her, stretched out on the bed, with nothing to do but enjoy her body. She starts slow. Her fingers barely graze her clit at first, tracing soft circles over the thin fabric of her panties. She takes her time, letting the warmth build between her legs. When she finally slides her hand underneath, she’s already wet, slick against her fingertips. She parts her lips with two fingers, spreads herself open, and starts rubbing in lazy strokes, pressing just enough to make her hips twitch. Her breath gets heavier. She slips one finger inside, then another, fucking herself with an easy rhythm that matches the roll of her hips. Every so often she pulls out to rub her clit again, keeping herself right on the edge without tipping over. The sheets grow damp beneath her. Her thighs tense, then relax, over and over. When she finally lets go, the orgasm rolls through her in deep, shaking waves. Her fingers stay buried inside as her cunt pulses around them, and her whole body trembles with the force of it. She stays like that for a while, breathing hard, flushed and still, until the aftershocks fade.