Behind bars

Blonde teen stretches her bare body against the cool bars, her skin catching the light with each slow roll of her hips. Her small tits rise as she arches, nipples tight. Fingers trail down her stomach and dip between parted thighs, finding the heat she’s been saving. She circles her clit in tight, deliberate strokes, legs shifting wider. A low moan slips past her lips. Every motion is hungry, impatient. She leans forward, pressing her breasts to the bars, and keeps rubbing, breath quickening, eyes half-lidded, body chasing the next sharp spike of pleasure. The bars rattle softly with her movements. She doesn’t stop. She doesn’t want to.