Stairway to joy

Stairs. She finds them comfortable tonight. Her fingers, slick and restless, slide between parted thighs, stroking the soft folds of her tiny pussy. Blonde hair spills over bare shoulders as she leans back, hips rolling with each slow thrust. Every wet sound is loud in the quiet hall. She keeps her eyes half-closed, breath hitching whenever her fingertips brush that one tender spot. No hurry. She presses deeper, legs trembling, and smiles at the quiet pleasure building between the steps and the heat of her own hand.