A morrita, a luscious young thing, finds herself alone in her school uniform. The fabric, once crisp and proper, now clings to her curves, a testament to her arousal. She tentatively touches herself, her fingers tracing the outline of her panties, feeling the dampness that's gathered there. Her breath quickens as she slips her hand beneath the fabric, her fingers finding their way to her wet, aching core. She's a vision of innocent desire, a schoolgirl lost in her own touch, sending me a glimpse of her private moment.