Sophie's slow play

She canceled the afternoon date. Quick sex would have been the easy thing, but Sophie wanted something slower. She let her clothes drop and stretched out on the sheets, naked. Her hands began their slow work—palms gliding over the curve of her breasts, thumbs brushing each nipple until they tightened. She stroked herself with patient fingers, parting her pussy, letting each touch linger. When the dildo came into play she eased it inside, inch by inch, never rushing. The rhythm stayed gentle. Heat pooled low in her belly, climbed, and held. She rode the long, careful build until the orgasm finally unfurled—deep, unhurried, and worth every extra minute she’d stayed home.