Ripe melons

Bianca sprawls on white sheets, a summer melon curved between her breasts. She cups one full swell, thumb circling the stiff nipple until it darkens. Her breath catches. She squeezes again, harder this time, letting the weight spill over her fingers. The other hand slips down her belly. She parts her thighs, finds slick heat already waiting. Two fingertips dip inside, drag the wetness up and circle her clit in slow, wet spirals. Her hips roll. She watches the way her body moves, the way skin blushes darker under her touch. Her blonde hair fans across the pillow. She bites her lower lip, pushes three fingers deeper, fucks herself with a steady rhythm that makes the bed creak. Juice glistens on her knuckles. She moans, low and open, and keeps going until her thighs shake.