Backyard dress lift exposes my dripping panties

The sun filters through the leaves as I stand by the old oak tree in my backyard, the family's picnic voices fading in the distance. I've slipped away because this short white dress clings to my skin, making my pussy throb with need. Heart racing, I grip the hem and slowly lift it, exposing my white panties soaked from the heat. My bare arms tingle in the breeze, and I bite my lip, fingers trembling as I trace the damp fabric, whispering how badly I ache to be filled. On the swing now, legs parting just enough, I rock gently, the creak mixing with my soft whimpers. No one's watching, but the thrill makes me drip more, panties clinging wetly. I need this release so much—rubbing circles over my clit through the lace, body arching as pleasure builds, owned by this desperate hunger right here outdoors.