Locker room bench clit rub after secret fuck

After practice the locker room emptied fast, but she stayed behind on the wooden bench, heart still racing. The tied white shirt clings to her heavy breasts while her bare pussy throbs from the secret fuck she just had. In the moody light she looks straight at you, lips parting in a soft gasp as her fingers finally slide between her thighs, rubbing slow circles over her swollen clit. Her eyes flutter shut, head tilting as a quiet moan escapes, hips rocking forward into her own touch. The risk of someone walking in only makes her wetter right now.