light my fire

Sandy comes home drained, craving nothing more than a quiet night by the fire. The house is empty, so she makes the most of the silence and her own eager hands. She slips off every stitch, letting the firelight lick her skin. Her big, round ass catches the glow as she spreads out on the rug, legs parted, fingers already drifting between them. She teases her clit in slow circles, then sinks two fingers deep, pumping until her breath turns ragged. The flames crackle, but the real heat builds inside her. She pulls a sleek vibrator from a nearby drawer, switches it on, and presses it to her swollen nub. Her hips roll, chasing the buzz, back arching as she grinds harder. Every pulse drags her closer, until pleasure surges through her in hot, shaking waves and she collapses, flushed and trembling against the soft carpet.