Spend some time alone!

Yulia Bright slips into her black lace lingerie and lies back on the bed. Her blonde hair spills across the pillow. The lace hugs her hips, thin straps cut sharp lines across pale skin. She runs her hands along her thighs, then slips one beneath the fabric. Fingers press, part, glide. A slow breath escapes her as she finds the spot she wants. She works in steady circles, hips tilting to meet each pass. Her free hand cups a breast, thumb brushing the nipple until it tightens. She stops to taste her fingertips, then returns with wetter fingers, quicker strokes. The room is quiet except for the soft sound of her breathing and the faint creak of bedsprings. She draws her knees up, spreads wider, and keeps going until her stomach tightens and her thighs begin to shake. One final, deeper press and her back arches clean off the sheets.