Sophia’s Trip to the Lake
Sophia stands at the edge of the beach, eighteen and awkward in a body that hasn’t finished making sense to her yet. The leather bra strains against her huge tits, the cups too small, the material cutting into the soft flesh underneath and pushing everything up and out until she looks like she’s about to spill over. The mini-skirt sits low on her slim hips and ends so high that the curve where her ass meets her thigh is already exposed. She’s never worn anything like this. She’s never let herself be seen like this. Her hands don’t know where to go.
She steps onto the sand and the skirt rides up immediately. She reaches down to fix it, then stops. Her fingers hover near the hem. She’s spent her whole life pulling things down, crossing her arms, hunching her shoulders. She lets her hand drop. The leather pulls tight between her legs as she walks, pressing into her pussy, and she feels herself through the hide with every step. The sensation catches her off guard. Her face flushes. She’s felt things before, quick and guilty under the covers in the dark. Never like this. Never in daylight on an empty beach with leather hugging her so tight she can feel her own heartbeat throb against the material.
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