Striped

Carrie leans back, striped shorts clinging to her hips. Then she slides them off, and the room feels hotter. Skin meets air. Her hands move slowly—over the curve of her tits, down the soft slope of her stomach, lower still. Fingers trace the slick line between her legs, and she watches them work. Each stroke makes her breath catch. She spreads wider, the wet sound filling the quiet, her body open and hungry as she rubs her clit in tight, steady circles.