Fruit season

A blonde teen sprawls across her bed when the fruit basket arrives. She starts slow, peeling a ripe peach with wet fingers. Juice runs down her wrist and she licks it clean. Her free hand slides down between her thighs, finds slick heat, and begins to rub in tight circles. She bites into the peach, sucks the flesh from the pit, and pushes two fingers inside herself with the same hunger. The movements grow faster. Her breath quickens. Hips lift, thighs tremble, and she comes with a sharp cry, biting her lip hard enough to leave a mark. When it fades she lies back, still breathing heavy, one hand sticky with juice, the other glistening between her legs.