In the bed

Lorinna lies in bed, covers pulled up tight because the dark makes her uneasy. She is not planning to sleep. Instead she stays awake, one hand sliding down between her thighs. The blonde takes her time. Her fingers part the soft folds and move in slow circles until her breath deepens and her hips rise to meet her touch. She adds pressure, two fingers dipping inside, then three, drawing out the wetness until the sheets grow damp beneath her. Every stroke makes her thighs tremble. She pinches a nipple with her free hand and bites her lower lip to keep the moans inside, but they still slip free. The room is filled with the wet sound of her pleasure and the faint creak of the mattress. Lorinna spreads wider, changes her angle, works herself faster, and comes hard—back arched, toes curled, sheets clutched tight in one small fist.