Cheeky teen

She steps in wearing that short plaid skirt and white blouse like she’s still got detention waiting. The smile says trouble. Cherie peels the fabric away piece by piece until she’s down to nothing but smooth, tight skin and the clean, bare slit between her legs. She drops onto the bed, legs open, and lets her fingers slide between those soft lips. Her free hand squeezes a small breast, pinching the nipple while her hips rock against her own hand. Every stroke comes quicker, wetter, until her breath hitches and she arches hard, coming with a soft, broken moan.