Garden walk

Sun filters through the branches, warm on her bare skin. She wears nothing but a thin white shirt that barely covers the swell of her ass. Blonde hair catches the light as she walks deeper, away from any eyes. Her fingers trace her thigh, then slip between her legs. She leans against a tree, legs parting, and circles her clit with slow pressure. Her breath catches. The shirt rides up, exposing the full curve of her ass as she bends slightly, working herself faster. She presses two fingers inside, then pulls them out to rub again. Her moans stay low, private. The garden keeps her secret. She rocks against her hand, chasing release in the shade, until her legs shake and the pleasure peaks.