My First Kama Sutra

Angel never read the Kama Sutra. Then she came home from the library with one in her bag. She drops on the couch, pages open, and one illustration stops her cold. She studies the tangled couple, feels heat pulse between her thighs, and slides a hand under her top. Her shirt rides up. Soft young tits tumble free, nipples already stiff. Denim shorts pop open, panties next. She spreads her knees on the cushions, fingers parting her smooth lips, and traces small circles that leave her slick and glistening. Every stroke makes her wetter. Soon she shrugs off the last scraps of cotton, fully bare, skin prickling under her own touch. She rocks on her knees, imagining a man behind her, cock ready to sink into the tight heat she's circling with two fingers. Another position catches her eye. She pivots, ass high, shoulders down, and pumps deeper, breath hissing through clenched teeth. The room echoes with wet sounds until her back bows hard and the orgasm rips through her, muscles fluttering around her knuckles. Breathless, she tucks the book aside for next time.