Curly girl

Andrea curls onto the edge of the bed, sunlight catching the tight spirals of her blonde hair. One hand drifts between her thighs. She touches herself with slow certainty, fingers parting soft skin, circling until the tension builds. Her breath catches, the strokes quicken, and her free hand cups her breast, thumb brushing the nipple until it hardens. She keeps going. Legs tense, hips lift, and a low moan escapes her as the orgasm rolls through her in tight waves.