A single raindrop in the night: a study in contrasts

In the stillness of a humid summer night, a lone figure lay on a bed. Her long brown hair cascaded around her in a curvy messy wave, one braid hanging loose. Her plump lips parted slightly, revealing a sexy opened mouth that seemed to mirror the wet summer dress clinging tightly to her body. Her arms were up, palms facing the ceiling, sweat beading on her freckled skin and trickling down her arms, armpits damp with perspiration. The girl's breasts, flattened against the bed, were tight and closed, a stark contrast to the puffy, wetness between her legs. Her legs were together, knees slightly apart, revealing a pair of panties around her hips. Above, her face was turned away, eyes closed, lips quivering subtly. Beneath the dress, her pussy was a perfect, tight, closed, and soaking wet pool of moisture. The room was filled with an air of melancholy, the only sound being the droplets of sweat hitting the wooden floor from her sweaty body.