Mellow beauty

Katalina sinks into that gilded sofa like she owns the room. Her body stays soft, slow, almost lazy. She stretches once, then lets one hand drift between her thighs. The lace of her lingerie brushes over her nipples as her fingers press, slide, part her lips. She watches the movement like it belongs to someone else, eyes half-closed, mouth slack. Every little circle she draws makes her hips twitch. Blonde hair spills over the armrest. She bites her lip, exhales through her teeth, keeps rubbing. No rush. Just the quiet, wet sound of her own touch and the warm flush spreading across her skin.