Excited girl masturbates her small pussy through black panties to orgasm

The slender, golden-skinned beauty lay sprawled across her bed, the late afternoon sun streaming through the sheer curtains and casting a warm glow over her barely-clothed form. She arched her back, stretching languidly like a cat, the thin black fabric of her panties straining against the swell of her pert bottom. The young woman was alone in the apartment, her roommates out for the day, and she knew she had plenty of time to indulge in a little decadent self-pleasure.

She rolled onto her back, trailing a hand down her flat stomach to the damp patch staining the crotch of her diminutive panties. With a wicked little grin, the girl hooked her thumbs into the waistband and began slowly dragging them down herlegs. The flimsy black garment clung temporarily to the natural moisture growing between her thighs before peeling away, revealing an already glistening, exposed sex, bared to the sun-kissed bedroom.

Laying back on the pillows, the girl sighed with anticipation as her slim fingers found their way to the slick folds of her petal-soft pussy. She circled her tiny, stiffened clit with the pad of her middle finger, the touch sending an electric jolt of pleasure straight to her core. Parting her thighs further, she worked two fingers into her narrow entrance, the velvety walls clenching greedily at the welcome intrusion.

Panting lightly, she began a rapid, claw-like motion over her sensitive bud, rubbing furiously as she plunged her fingers deeper into her fluttering cunt. “Ooooh…my gosh,” she whimpered, squeezing her inner muscles around the digits, feeling a flood of wetness dribbling out onto the bedsheets.

The girl threw her head back, mouth open in a silent scream as her climax suddenly crashed over her, waves of pure ecstasy rippling through her slim, busty body. Her heart raced as a film of perspiration broke out across her brow and chest. “Fffuuck,” she gasped, slumping limply into the pillows, fingers still working feverishly between her legs.

Time slipped away unnoticed as the girl continued her ministrations, bringing herself to one shattering orgasm after another. Lost completely in carnal pleasure, she rode out the ripples of release until finally collapsing completely spent and satisfied, her flushed face pressed into the pillow, thighs quivering and sticky core still humming pleasurefully between her thighs. As her breathing eventually slowed and returned to normal, the girl smiled drowsily to herself and let exhaustion take her into blissful slumber.

When she awoke some time later, a sense of naughty accomplishment filled her. Flipping over onto her back she took her sweet time stretching like a cat in the sun, relishing the pleasant ache between her legs and the tickle of her dried arousal along her thighs beneath the sheet. She glanced at the clock and saw several hours had passed in her erotic trance.

Sighing happily, the girl rolled groggily out of bed. She pulled her panties on and slipped into a soft oversized tee, not bothering with bottoms. Picking up her phone, she snapped a selfie first to capture her debauched look – hair tousled, glossy lips parted, eyes a little glassy still. Then she began peeling the damp, crusty sheet off the bed and tossing it into the hamper, cringing a little at the thickxicating scent of sex that still clung to it. Her roommate was sure to pick up on that when she did laundry later. But the girl just grinned mischievously to herself, thrilled at the idea of someone else becoming aware of her lurid activities.

As she freshened up, the girl reflected on her decadent session. It was a guilty pleasure, one she knew she shouldn’t indulge so freely. Maybe it was seeing her conservative parents that had her mind consumed with all these inappropriate, lustful thoughts. They were so uptight about such things. But she didn’t subscribe to all those old fashioned notions – sex was a perfectly natural activity to be enjoyed whenever and however you wanted, right?

And who better to please herself than herself? Her fingers knew all her most responsive spots intimately. She could tailur her caresses to exactly how and where she needed them at any moment, building her pleasure to its shattering peak at just the right pace. There was no waiting for a partner’s clumsy fumbling or judged pressure, no chance of disappointing dissatisfaction.

Nope, she much preferred pleasuring herself. Her own body was all she needed to fully satisfy herself completely, and she found she had the strongest, most orgasmic endurance jerking herself senseless. She was truly a master at making herself scream with mind-blowing pleasure again and again. And once she got rolling on masturbating so decadently, it was hard to shelve the erotic thoughts and refrain from indulging somewhere down the line.

And why should she? The girl mused, toweling off. What harm could come of a bit of solo satisfaction? After all, you had to give the people what they wanted. And her pussy was clearly hungry for Release. She smiled naughtily as she flopped down on the unmade bed, letting her hand drift lazily between her thighs again. I’ve still got a couple of hours before anyone’s home. What’s one more orgasm? Her summer fun was certainly just beginning…