In the jungle

The jungle breathes dark and heavy. Clara moves through the undergrowth like she owns it, bare skin catching what little light pushes through the leaves. Nothing hides the way she wants a man right now. Her fingers slip between her thighs without hesitation, finding the wet heat she brought with her. She spreads herself open, thumb circling slow, then faster, hips rocking against her own hand. Blond hair sticks to her temples as she leans back against a tree trunk, legs parting wider. Each stroke drags a soft sound from her throat, and she doesn't bother to swallow it. The danger around her only makes her cunt slicker, the risk turning her on as much as the friction does. She fucks her fingers deeper, knuckles glistening, chasing the edge until her whole body tightens and releases in one long, shuddering wave.