Sexy summer

Summer hits and I strip down. Patio door open. I have the place to myself, so nothing stays on. Just a whisper of fabric across my skin and then it’s gone. Sun warms my breasts, makes my nipples tighten. I sit there bare, letting the breeze slide between my legs, and every slow pulse makes me wetter. I spread my thighs wider. Fingers brush over my clit, teasing at first, circling, then pressing harder. My breath catches. I dip lower, slip two fingers inside, and the sound is wet and shameless. Blonde hair sticks to my collarbone when I lean back, letting the other hand tug at a nipple, rolling it between my fingertips. I watch the way my body moves, the slow grind of my hips chasing each thrust. Heat builds fast. My thighs tremble. I keep rubbing, tighter circles, faster strokes, until my back arches and the orgasm rolls through me—sharp, sweet, drawn out. I stay open like that, fingers still inside, feeling the aftershocks while the sun kisses every inch of flushed skin.