Dark hair spills across the pillow as she arches her back, one hand gripping the sheets while the other works between her thighs. The white tank rides up, exposing her stomach as she rocks her hips in time with her own touch. Slow circles turn to firm strokes, her breath hitching before she bites down on her lower lip. Fingers slip inside, then pull out glistening, before she presses two back in with a quiet moan. The bed creaks under her weight as she shifts, thighs trembling just enough to betray how close she is.
