Like Marylin

She sits back on the bed and lets her dress slide off one shoulder. The blonde hair tumbles forward as she moves. Her hand slips between her legs and starts rubbing in slow circles. Every motion is measured, like she's teasing herself for the camera. She reaches for the vibrator on the nightstand, parts her thighs wider, and brings the toy to her clit. The first touch makes her breath catch. She presses harder, hips rocking against the buzzing head, and her free hand cups her breast through the lace bra. Eyes half-closed, she moans softly as the pleasure builds, chasing the same heat Marilyn once turned into pure power.