Loves Me Not?

Tia Cyrus has a full-blown crush on this boy she keeps running into at school. She's stretched out in her bright white room surrounded by pink flowers, plucking petals like some dumb game from when she was a kid. He loves me, he loves me not. She gets all the way to the last one and the answer’s he loves her not. Her face twists up confused as she runs that final petal across her soft, young tits. The dress comes off easy, crumpled on the floor, and she flops onto the leather couch now scattered with petals. Her brain’s spinning with this boy. Her shaved pussy’s already calling. Tia licks her fingers slick, spreads her legs wider, rubs slow circles while her other hand sneaks under her plump ass to play with that sweet back entrance. She keeps swapping spit and her own taste between them, sloppier, hotter. When her pussy’s dripping enough she pushes a finger inside, working her clit with the other hand in tight strokes. Heat builds hard. She sits forward, drags her ass back across the leather, hips grinding like she needs friction everywhere. Her whole body tightens, bucks, lets go. Tits squeeze in her hands, eyes close, and she drifts off still thinking of him.