Sweet Pleasure

Caprice sits back, legs spread, letting her hand wander down between her thighs. She’s wet already. Two slim fingers slide inside her, slow, then quick, the tight walls gripping each push. Her thumb circles her swollen clit in wet strokes that catch and slip. When she finds the right rhythm she holds it, hips rocking to meet every thrust. The muscles in her belly tighten, her breath snags, and the first strong pulse hits. More follow, sharp and wet, until her fingers slide free, glistening, and she smiles.