Briana leaned against the back wall of her new house, her red hair cascading down the wall behind her and her slim, naked body glistening in the sunlight. She'd promised herself she'd stop masturbating outside, told herself the risk wasn't worth it, tried to deny the adrenaline rush it gave her. None of it worked. Here she was, on the back porch, starting to touch herself in ways that would get her thrown in jail if the police came by.
Her parents had bought this house for her ... she was 20, a student at a local university. They didn't want her in a dorm anymore, but didn't trust the apartments near the school either. So she'd ended up here, in a decent house in a nice suburban neighborhood. And she was, apparently, that girl - the one who played with herself in her backyard.
One hand ran down across her B-cups, down the side of her short frame. The other slid in and found itself between her pussy lips. I've never been caught before, she thought. Won't happen this time either.
Her parents had bought this house for her ... she was 20, a student at a local university. They didn't want her in a dorm anymore, but didn't trust the apartments near the school either. So she'd ended up here, in a decent house in a nice suburban neighborhood. And she was, apparently, that girl - the one who played with herself in her backyard.
One hand ran down across her B-cups, down the side of her short frame. The other slid in and found itself between her pussy lips. I've never been caught before, she thought. Won't happen this time either.