Round of golf

She finishes her round and steps off the green, but her mind has already turned to a different kind of score. Blonde hair catching the late light, she drops onto the warm grass, knees parting. One hand slips under her short skirt and finds the slick heat between her legs. Her fingers move slowly at first, then with purpose, stroking the swollen clit she’s been teasing all afternoon. Soft gasps escape as her hips roll against her own hand. She slides two fingers inside, deep and steady, her free hand pinching a stiff nipple through thin fabric. The quiet air fills with the wet sound of her pussy taking each thrust. She works herself faster, thighs quivering, until a sharp cry breaks free and pleasure washes through her in tight, rolling waves.