Golden shimmer

The winter light fades and leaves her alone in the golden apartment. She peels off her clothes like she’s unwrapping a gift meant only for herself. Her fingers trail over smooth skin, then slip lower, pressing between her thighs. She finds her clit and circles it slowly, breath catching, then speeds up until her hips lift from the couch. Wet sounds fill the quiet room. She slides two fingers inside, curling them, fucking herself harder while her other hand keeps teasing her swollen clit. Her back arches, blonde hair spills across silk pillows, and she comes with a low, broken moan that echoes through the empty apartment.