Hungry teen

Dayana lounges back with the lazy ease of the girl who lives next door. The discovery hit her hard and sweet: fingers sliding over her slick lips make heat rush up through her belly. She presses in now, deliberate, circling the swollen spot that makes her breath catch, then plunges deeper, letting the wet pull and slide guide her rhythm. Every slow pump draws a small, throaty sound from her, and she answers it with another, deeper thrust. She watches her own hand disappear and reappear, slick and shiny, and it pushes her further. Legs spread wider. Hips lift off the cushions. Her fingers curl inside and hold, feeling the tight pulse around them before she pulls back and rubs her clit in quick, greedy strokes. The heat builds fast; she chases it, riding each wave until her thighs shake and her toes curl hard against the sheets. When the climax breaks, she keeps moving, gentle now, stroking through the aftershocks until the last tremor fades and leaves her flushed and smiling.