Yellow schoolgirl dress clinging to her thighs, hem riding up with every wiggle. No panties. Just damp heat and desperate fingers already working her open before she even lies down. Bed sheets pink and rumpled like evidence of something forbidden. She starts slow—tracing circles over swollen lips through the fabric first, testing how wet she is without touching skin yet. Then the dress shifts higher, pooling around her waist as one hand slips inside to grip bare pussy while the other pinches at stiff nipples still trapped under yellow cotton. No moans yet. Just shallow breaths and hips lifting off the mattress in short jerks, like she’s trying not to make noise but failing anyway.
