big-breasted College student plays with her Clit in the bedroom

The sultry sway of her hips suggested she had a secret to unleash. Lily, the oncebras student, sheathed under the mystique of collegiate propriety, had a hidden side, one reserved only for her private moments. As she entered her bedroom, closing the door gently behind her, the weight of study and her secret weight upon her mind. Yet, as her eyes wandered to the king-size bed, an unconcealed smile crept upon her lips.

Lily took a deep breath, relishing the moment. In one swift motion, she peeled back the sleeves of her sweater, revealing arms that had once upon a time played catch during recess. But now they were nourishing her with a different proposition. She peeled the sweater off, revealing a lacy bra that was giving a hard time, attempting to defeat its innert constraints.

Her breasts, abundant and proud, rose to their natural splendor as she unhooked the clasp of her bra. With a finesse purposeful in its evasion, she slid the straps down her shoulders and allowed her arms to catch the embrace of the world. Lily’s breasts, unchained, stood proud, a monument to the continuity of life.

She slid her pants off with careless abandon, taking to the bed, and nestling under the blankets. Her fingers instinctively tickled the hem of her panties until she eventually slides the fabric down her soft thighs, panties dropping to the floor with an unspoken victory. Her hands drifted upward to her buoyant breasts, fondling them, caressing them, relishing in their size and weight as if they had just birthed from her body.

Her fingers found her clit, a button that she has pressed so often before but it never fails to make her gasp at the first touch. She began to rub it with circular motions that built in intensity. Her free hand fondled her breast and teased her nipple.

“Ahhhh,” she moaned out impromptu, her body shuddering to the sound of her own arousal. Her masturbation now in full swing, her free hand drifted lower, past her bellybutton to the enchanted forest of her pubic hair. She teased the hair and hoped to draw her fingers further down.

When she reached her vulva, it was hot and sticky with desire. She plunged a finger into her slick wetness and gasped out loud. She began pumping it in and out, trying to reach depths she had never reached before. She added another finger and then a third, plowing herself deeper and deeper.

The sounds of soft lesbian moans began to fill Lily’s bedroom. Her moans grew louder as she upped the pace of her fingers plowing her own pussy. She was getting close, so deliciously close. Her other hand reached up and pinched a nipple and that did it. An orgasm overtook her body as she torrented into a heavy gush.

She shuddered as she came, her whole body alive with sensations. She collapsed back onto her bed, gentle taps on her skin gradually decreasing. Grandiose satisfaction toxed through her body with every heartbeat. Deer in the headlights, she reached out, her hand grasping her phone. She went through a familiar routine, positioning the camera just so, and documented her soaked, exposed nakedness, flashing the phone camera with a smize. She had an itch to share this moment, her lewd big-boobed college student in the bedroom experience, and having sated one ache, this one was eager to have its attention. The picture was a culmination of her yearnings, and the easiest way to scratch an itch was to do what she loved best: sharing without a care in the wide world.