Garden games

The garden breathes around her, heavy with blooms and secrets. A blonde girl stretches out on the grass, her skin catching the late sun. She tugs her dress higher, fingers tracing the line of her thigh, then higher still. Her breath quickens as she parts her legs and finds the heat between them. She strokes herself slowly at first, savoring the soft, slick give of her own body, the quiet clicks of wetness punctuating the rustle of leaves. Each touch draws a softer moan from her throat. She sinks two fingers inside, hips lifting to meet them, while the other hand cups and teases her breast through thin fabric. Sunlight spills over her pale skin, the grass brushing her bare ass as she works herself deeper, faster, chasing the sharp pleasure that tightens in her belly. Her face flushes, mouth falling open with every trembling thrust. She grinds against her palm, riding the edge until her back arches and a shudder runs through her, long and hot, leaving her gasping under the open sky.