wispy red dress
flutters to the floor
delicate black
bra straps pushed aside
pale
frail shoulders bared
written on
her little panties
the day of the week
outside
rains fall from blue gray clouds
she twists her bare toes
bites her lower lip
as she tosses her bra aside
bare breasted
she sits on the edge of her bed
wiggles 'Saturday' past her knees
as thunder rumbles
as her dainty fingers brush
dainty fair bush
outside
rain falls from blue gray clouds
as she finds pleasure
as she pleasures herself
outside
rains fall from blue gray clouds
inside
in the privacy
of her pink-hued room
she finds pleasure
touches herself
fingers herself
pleasures herself
in the privacy
of her pink-hued room
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