Only a little

There she was, laying on the living room couch, bare-ass naked. It didn't take long for her hand to find her soft folds. She left her fingers caress tender skin, drawing out warmth. She couldn't help but smile and shift her legs, trying to give her hand better access to her body. Her other hand moved for one of her ample breasts, giving herself light squeezes and rubs. She toyed with a nipple, causing a light gasp.

"Mmm..." Caitlyn hummed. Her essay went nowhere as she continued to pleasure herself. Fingers continued to dig as her imagination went wild. What if her roommates came home? How they react, seeing her completely nude and masturbating in the living room? She suddenly squished her thighs around her cuddly hand and gasped.

She slowly turned her head toward the front door. There was still a line between fantasy and reality. Still, her heart hammered, her face burned with blush, and she could feel her pussy getting wet. If she went much further, lust would overtake logic. Maybe she should get up, excuse herself to the bathroom to continue. But all the feelings bubbling over inside her were too much. Her body begged her to just keep going. But if her friends suddenly caught her with her hand between her legs...