Alone in the bungalow

Kendra stretched out on the bungalow sheets, miles from the tour group. Her shaved cunt already slicked under her fingertips. One hand slid lower, parting swollen lips, while the other rolled over her clit in tight circles. She pictured a thick cock stretching her open, but for now the finger inside her would have to do. She pumped slowly at first, then faster, hips lifting to meet every thrust. Wet sounds filled the quiet room as she rubbed harder, chasing the heat that built between her thighs. Her free hand cupped her breast, tugging the nipple until it peaked. She moaned softly, breath quickening, thighs trembling as she drove herself closer. The finger stayed buried, knuckles pressed against her, while her clit pulsed under steady strokes. She rode the edge until release hit, sharp and sweet, cunt clenching around her hand. Afterward she lay still, fingers wet and glistening, the empty bed wide around her.