Horny teenie

She turns inward, learning the map of her own skin. A fingertip grazes the inner slope of a breast, then drifts lower. The black lace of her lingerie lies open across her hips, a sheer invitation she ignores for now. When the red vibrator hums to life, her breath catches. She presses the smooth tip to the soft blonde curls between her thighs, circling until her lips part around it. The first push is slow; she watches the toy disappear, inch by inch, while her other hand traces the tight ring of muscle she hasn’t dared to touch. A twist of her wrist, a deeper angle, and the vibrator finds the spot that makes her knees bend. She rocks against it, testing how much she can take, how quickly pleasure can crest. When the second push comes—slick, insistent, deeper—she exhales a trembling laugh. The red toy keeps its steady rhythm as she learns exactly what her body will give, and what it still keeps for later.