Sunshine Girl

Tess stretches out beneath the sun, that soft brown hair cascading down her back. Joy lives in every line of her body. She looks like someone built for open air and nothing else on her skin. Pleasure to watch, simple as that. Her fingers drift between her thighs and begin slow circles over her clit, gathering wetness before sliding in. She opens wider for the light, hips rocking against her hand with an easy rhythm. The sun hangs heavy above her. Each stroke draws another sigh from her throat, and her nipples tighten under her own touch. She moves faster now, fingers working deeper, thumb keeping steady pressure on that swollen spot. Her back arches. One foot plants itself in the grass for leverage. When she comes, it’s a low, throaty sound that hangs in the warm air, hips twitching in short, helpless jolts. She stays like that for a moment longer, catching her breath, the sun still bright on bare skin.