Fiery

Forget what her name suggests. Regina burns. The blonde teen sheds her coat and her underwear follows, lace bra first, then the matching thong. She cups her full breasts, thumbs her nipples until they stiffen, and a slow smile curves her lips. She sinks back onto the bed, knees parted, and her hand slides between them. Two fingers part slick folds, find her clit, and press. Her hips lift, chasing the rhythm she sets. Breath quickens, thighs tense. Every stroke draws another soft, desperate sound from her throat until her back arches hard and the orgasm rolls through her, leaving her flushed, spent, and still smoldering.