Hot moments

She leans back on the couch, legs falling open. The quiet stretches. Her hand moves between her thighs and she lets it. She starts slow, just the flat of her palm pressing, rubbing, eyes half-closed. Then her fingers slip beneath the fabric and she finds herself already slick. No hurry. She circles, presses, dips lower and brings the wetness up to her clit, breathing heavier now. The daydream sharpens. She pulls her shirt up, frees one breast, rolls the nipple between two fingers while her other hand works faster between her legs. Her hips lift off the cushion, chasing it. She reaches for the toy waiting on the table, switches it on, and presses the buzzing head right where her fingers were. The first contact makes her gasp. She holds it there, rocking into the vibration, then slides it lower and pushes the tip inside. Her free hand never stops teasing her breast. The toy sinks deeper on each thrust. She fucks herself with steady, unhurried strokes, every muscle tightening, every breath shorter, until the orgasm rolls through her and leaves her shaking on the cushions, toy still humming against her thigh.