Donna' summer - part I.

Donna knows exactly what she wants from summer break. Foreign boys. She parks herself on the edge of the sun-warmed bed, knees spread, already stroking slow circles over her bare pussy. Her blonde hair sticks to her shoulders as she leans back, two fingers sliding in and out of that wet little hole, the rhythm lazy at first, then quicker. Her free hand cups a small breast, thumb teasing the stiff nipple, squeezing hard enough to make her hips twitch. Every few strokes she pauses, circles her clit with slick fingertips, catches her breath, then sinks back in deep. The room stays silent except for the wet sounds of her fingers fucking and the small, needy noises that slip from her throat. Eyes half-closed, she works herself to the edge, pulls back just before she tips, teases herself again, keeping the heat right where she likes it until she decides she's ready to finish.