Panther prints

A blonde in her late teens lies across dark sheets stamped with panther spots. She parts her thighs, slides her own hand down the swell of her stomach, and rubs slow circles over her clit. Nothing comes between her fingers and skin. She cups one breast, then the other, rolling each nipple until they stand tight. Her breath catches and releases in short, greedy sounds. She watches the way her body answers, wet and open. When the first small tremor hits, she presses harder, letting the pleasure bloom while the printed spots beneath her slide under bare hips.