Three Wolves: Sister Returns Home from School and Lies on Bed to Masturbate

She kicked off her shoes the second she stepped through the door, not even bothering to close it all the way. The school uniform—white blouse, pleated skirt—felt like a cage after a long day of pretending to be a good girl. Her legs carried her straight to the bedroom, that familiar ache already pooling between her thighs. She fell face-first onto the bed, skirt riding up, revealing the damp patch on her panties. Fuck, she needed this. Her hand slid down, past the waistband, fingers finding her clit through the soaked fabric. She gasped, grinding into her own palm, imagining a rough hand gripping her hip, a thick cock filling her from behind. The thought made her moan louder, biting the pillow to muffle the sound. She rolled onto her back, spreading her legs wide, shoving her panties aside to touch her wet slit directly. Two fingers slipped inside, curling against that sweet spot, while her thumb circled her clit in frantic strokes. Her hips bucked against her hand, chasing that building pressure, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She was so close, so fucking close, when she pictured a stranger’s tongue lapping at her pussy, his fingers buried deep inside her. That did it—she came hard, back arching, a strangled cry escaping her lips. Her juices soaked the sheets as she collapsed, trembling, her fingers still buried inside her. But it wasn’t enough. She needed more than her own hand. She needed a real cock, a real body pinning her down, using her like the slut she was. Her fingers resumed their work, slower now, teasing herself back to the edge. She wouldn’t stop until she was raw, until every thought was drowned in pleasure.