Dewy fresh

Jordan sits naked on crisp white sheets. Her skin glows the way it does right after a shower, every pore flawless. She starts slow, fingers gliding over her collarbones, down the valley between her small breasts, circling the stiff little nipples until a soft sound escapes her lips. One hand keeps teasing them while the other slips between her thighs. She spreads them wider, letting those fingers part the neat, pink folds and find how wet she already is. Her hips tilt. Two fingers sink in, slide out, sink in again, wet sounds rising each time. She drops her head back, blonde hair spilling across the pillow, eyes half-lidded but still watching. Her breath turns ragged. She fucks herself faster, thumb rubbing tight circles over her clit until her stomach tightens and her thighs tremble. The last strokes are messy, frantic, then everything locks tight and releases in a soft, helpless moan. She stays like that for a moment, chest heaving, fingers still buried deep, letting the aftershocks run through her.