Im Schlauchboot masturbiert das brünette Girl

The sun’s rays danced upon the rippling water of the lake as a young brunette beauty lay stretched out on a solitary inflatable raft. Her raven locks cascaded over the edges, brushing against the cool water. She was dressed in a skimpy yellow bikini that left little to the imagination, her pert breasts threatening to spill out of the tiny top with each breath. The bottoms hugged her curvy behind, the fabric riding up slightly to tease a glimpse of her plump lips nestled between her thighs.

Unbidden, a shiver of anticipation ran through her body. She tingled with the thrill of being alone and exposed out there on the lake, anyone boating by could catch a glimpse of her angelic face, barely hidden by her observe oversized sunglasses. She felt naughty, and she loved it.

Closing her eyes, she allowed her hands to roam over her body, caressing her soft skin. She traced patterns over her toned stomach, then drifted higher to cup her ample breasts. A soft moan escaped her lips as she massaged her sensitive mounds through the thin fabric of her bikini top. Her nipples hardened into stiff peaks, straining against the confines of her top.

Suddenly, she grew bold and untied her top. It released at once, and her full breasts bounced free. She rolled the stiff nubs between her fingers, electric pulses of lust shooting straight to her core. Pinching and tugging, she gasped and writhed on the floating raft from the heightened sensations.

Gradually, her hand drifted lower, tracing along the waistband of her bikini bottoms. Her skin was flushed, her most intimate area screaming for attention. Sliding a hand beneath the fabric, she moaned as her fingers met her slick folds. She was dripping wet, ready and aching for relief.

With her free hand, she tugged down her bottoms, exposing her pussy to the warm summer air. A new tingle raced through her as the sun’s rays kissed her most private parts. She propped her knees up, spreading herself wide open in this sprawling position. Her glistening slit winked in the light, peeking out from between her swollen lips, begging to be touched.

Lost in the throes of lust, she began toying with herself. Her fingers glided up and down her slit, gathering the wetness there before circling her sensitive clit. Fondling her breast with the other, she massaged the plump flesh until she was aching to get even more nasty.

Balancing on the raft, she propped one foot up on the edge, opening herself completely. She thought for sure any passing boats must see her exposed like this, and yet the naughtiness simply spurred her on. Slipping a finger inside, she let out a long moan, plunging it in and out while rubbing her clit with her thumb.

“Mmm, yes…,” she panted out, eyes locked on the scene playing out between her thighs. Another digit joined the first, stretching her tight wet hole. She pumped faster, adding a third finger, as she rolled her clit mercilessly. Her pussy gripped her hand greedily, the walls pulsing around her invading fingers.

Her clit was engorged, a hard little nub sending shivers up her spine each time she brushed against it. She rubbed sporadically, losing herself in the mind-numbing pleasure, as more honey flowed from her core. Moving her other hand lower to join the fray, she plunged four fingers into her hungry cunt, thrusting them deep. The sensations were mind blowing.

Arching her back, she began to fondle herself intensely now, trained on the relief she needed. Her body rocked with the powerful contractions, the muscles in her legs tensing as an orgasm built low in her belly. She could feel it coiling tighter, her heels digging into the makeshift mattress as she rode her hand fast and hard, chasing that elusive peak.

“Fuck yes!” she cried out, not caring who might hear. Her moans echoed across the lake. She was so close, perched on the cusp of climax, only needing a little more…

That’s when the boat appeared, motoring by. A young family was on board, the husband at the wheel steering idly by. As they passed, the woman caught sight of the girl on the raft. With a shriek, she roughly turned her husband to look, causing him to smirk lewdly at the sight of the naked girl pleasuring herself on the water. For a split second their eyes locked, and the brunette almost stopped, but soon convinced herself to keep going, not wanting to disappoint her surprise audience. She heightened her pace, plunging fingers deep into her soaked channel, pushing against that sensitive bundle of nerves, thrusting up to meet the thrusts of her own hand.

She felt the coil tighten to breaking point, the family boat long since passed. With a scream of primal ecstasy, her orgasm crashed over her powerful and searing. Her cunt muscles clenched around the fingers buried inside her, pulsing and squeezing as wave after wave of mind-melting pleasure washed through her. The sensations rocked through her core, flooding her entire body with elegant tingles. Whimpering and shaking with the force of it, she continued to pump her fingers slowly, drawing out every last tingle and shudder until she finally slumped back, breathing raggedly.

Opening her eyes, she nestled a hand against her still-spasming pussy, feeling bonelessly satisfied. The boat was long gone, but she smiled to herself, wondering if those sailors would be jacking themselves off this night, thinking of the bratty troublemaker teasing naughtily on the lake. But who the heck cared anymore, she was out there taking what she wanted, not giving a shit. It felt really Fucking good.