Garden bench tease with choker tight and hand on tits

The sun filters through the garden vines as I sneak away from the house, my flower crown tickling my forehead, craving that secret thrill only I can give. I perch on the weathered bench, the black choker tight around my neck like a promise to myself, and let my hand drift to my chest, fingers tracing the lace of my corset where my nipples harden under the fabric. A soft whimper escapes my lips as I squeeze, imagining your eyes on me, my body aching for release in this hidden outdoor spot. The pink flowers in my hair brush my skin as I arch back slightly, my ripped shorts riding up my thighs. My breath quickens, hand pressing firmer, dipping lower toward the heat building between my legs. I need this now, alone but so needy, my pussy dripping as I tease myself right here where anyone could wander by, but it's just me owning every gasp and clench.