Charlotte Masturbates in her school uniform
In the stillness of her bedroom, the young, nubile Charlotte shifted restlessly, her petite body wriggling against the sheets. She held her phone in one hand, tapping away at the screen, while the other traveled down the front of her plaid skirt. The anticipation was killing her.
Charlotte, the quintessential good girl, had always been an overachiever. Straight A’s, baton twirling champion, and a devout church attendee on Sundays. She exuded an air of innocence, but beneath the surface bubbled a yearning for something… more. Something taboo. Her secret fantasies often kept her up late at night, her body pulsing with unfamiliar needs.
And now, at last, she was acting on them. Her hand crept further up her skirt, trembling slightly as she brushed against the damp lace of her panties. A soft gasp escaped her lips, her piercing blue eyes fluttering shut. She was actively masturbating, exploring herself without a shred of hesitation.
The schoolgirl uniform she wore added to the thrill, the modest skirt riding up her slim thighs. It felt so naughty, so wicked. Like she was being watched, the thought both scandalizing and electrifying her senses. Her breath hitched as her fingers pressed more firmly against herount, swollen Womanhood, a teasing touch.
Coaxing herself open, she found the slick evidence of her arousal. She couldn’t believe how wet she was already. So much for the good girl act. Slowly, gently, she began to circle around the sensitive pearl of flesh above her slit. Icy pleasure shot up her spine, making her squirm.
“Oh…” Charlotte whimpered, nibbling her lip. Her free hand came up to knead at her pert breasts through her white shirt, the rough fabric abrading her peaked nipples deliciously. It felt amazing, even better than her handful of clandestine dry humping sessions during spin-the-bottle at sleepovers.
Charlotte rolled her hips into her touch, growing bolder by the second. The naughty minx. She slipped a single finger inside herself, biting back a strangled moan. The tight walls of her pussy clenched around the invading digit instinctively, pulsing and fluttering. She was so incredibly tight, so untouched. Hand clenched, she pumped her finger in and out, imagining thickening things slipping into her virgin hole.
As her pleasure mounted, Charlotte gyrated her hips faster, plunging her finger deeper. Her soft eyelids fluttered and her toes clenched, trying to stave off the building tension. When she finally came, it hit her like a tidal wave. Her head flew back as she cried out, waves of ecstasy crashing over her quivering body. In the aftermath, Charlotte collapsed against the bed, chest heaving and uniform askew. Now that she had taken this step, there was no going back. She was ruined.
