Belt pops open, fingers soak torn shorts solo

Fresh from a lazy afternoon lounging by the window, she feels that familiar ache building between her thighs. Sitting on the soft bench in her white tank top clinging to her small breasts, she hooks her fingers into the black belt around her torn denim shorts, eyes fluttering shut as she slowly unbuckles it with a soft click. The anticipation makes her bite her lip, bare arms flexing slightly. Her hand slips inside the frayed edges, fingertips grazing her wet folds, drawing out a breathy moan that echoes in the quiet room. Hips rocking gently, she circles her clit, the white camisole riding up to expose more skin, her body trembling as pleasure builds fast, soaking through the fabric before she even gets fully undressed.