Victoria's visit

Victoria strolls the quiet halls of the old mansion. Sunlight falls across the faded rugs and chandeliers, and she feels that warm tug between her legs. She stops, glances around, then slips her fingers beneath the waistband of her panties. She finds herself already slick. The blonde brings her fingers to her mouth, tastes herself, then reaches down again and starts to rub in slow circles. Her breath grows heavier. She leans back against a marble pillar, legs parting, skirt lifted. Her hand moves faster now, two fingers sliding inside while her thumb works her clit. Wet sounds fill the empty rooms. She drops to the floor, knees bent, back arched, and fucks herself harder. Blonde hair spills across the cold stone as she comes, gasping, hips lifting off the ground.