After A Night Out

Kelsi came home from girls night already soaked and restless. She slammed the front door behind her, kicked off her heels, and pulled her phone out before she even reached the stairs. She dropped straight into the middle of the couch, legs spread, skirt hiked up past her hips. One hand slipped under her panties and she started working her clit in tight little circles, pussy already slick and throbbing. Her jaw hung slack while her fingers dipped lower, two knuckles deep, fucking herself with short, wet thrusts. Each drag out made a filthy sound in the quiet room. She bit her lip, hips rocking against her own hand, chasing the heat that climbed higher with every stroke. She didn’t bother undressing—just let herself drip into her panties while she chased it harder, muttering fuck under her breath every time her thumb caught her swollen clit just right. Tonight she wanted fast, messy, and loud, and she planned to get it.