What Yuri Loves

Yuri Loves knows what she wants. She likes long walks and warm meals. Right now she wants her own hands. She sits back, legs open. Her breasts rise and fall with every slow breath. Her fingers slip lower, trace the soft inner skin, circle the warm center. She presses. She rubs. Nothing hurried. Nothing shy. She watches the way her body answers, the way her nipples tighten and her hips tilt forward, greedy for more. Alone in the room, she gives herself everything she needs.