Self satisfaction

Sasha stretches out on her bed and lets her hands wander. She has a day with nothing to do, nowhere to be. Her fingers slip between her thighs, parting her lips to stroke her clit. Soon she is sliding two fingers into her pussy, slow and steady, while her other hand traces lower. One slick fingertip circles her tight little hole, then pushes inside, matching the rhythm of her other hand. She moves between both openings, curling and pressing, hips lifting each time the pleasure spikes. Her breath comes short and tight, the only sound in the room the wet slide of her own touch. She keeps going until her thighs tremble and the rush finally hits, washing through her with a soft, broken moan.