Playgirl

Lusty Young Mira inflates balloons for the party when it hits her how long it’s been since anything long, round, and firm filled her hands. She’s got time to kill, so she throws herself her own private celebration. She peels off her baggy t-shirt, coral bra and panties glowing against her skin, the same set she planned to wear later. Mira drops onto the bed and peels those last pieces away, tracing every curve—round breasts, slender neck, the soft dip of her waist—then sliding over the tan lines that frame her smooth, bare pussy. One finger circles her clit and she gasps at the ache; it really has been too long. She rolls, hands gliding, spreading slickness across swollen lips, her moans filling the quiet room. In her mind she feels your tongue instead of her fingers, your slow push inside her, hips rising to meet the pressure. She’s running out of time. Mira presses harder, works her clit faster, her orgasm crashes through her in tight, hot waves. She catches her breath, satisfied, then slips back into the coral lingerie for the real party downstairs.