Be my Valentine

She's waiting on Valentine, lace pressed to her skin like a secret. The blonde teen sinks into the sheets, fingers tracing slow circles beneath her lingerie. She starts light, almost teasing herself, then slips a hand lower and presses harder. Her breath catches when she finds the right rhythm. She spreads wider, working her clit with steady strokes, hips rolling to meet each touch. She pauses, draws it out, then sinks two fingers inside, pumping them with a wet sound that fills the quiet room. Her other hand squeezes her breast through the fabric, thumb brushing her nipple until it stiffens. She moves faster, thumb circling while her fingers thrust deeper. Her thighs tremble. She gasps, arches, and keeps going until the tension snaps and she comes with a low moan, body shaking under the lace.