Fingers hooking into lace, she yanks the thong aside and parts herself wide. Dark curls peek out, damp already, as she starts rubbing slow circles. Back arches, hips lift, the bed squeaks under her weight. One hand grips the sheet, the other works her clit with short sharp strokes. Thighs tremble, belly clenches, and the wet sounds fill the room. No partner, no toys, just her and the growing mess between her legs.
