Fancy

Kathia Nobili adores beautiful things. Gold catches her eye first. The moment she sees the sofa she knows she has to touch it, lie on it, feel its shine wrap around her skin. The couch is pure luxury beneath her back, and that feeling moves straight to her core. She strips without hurry. Her fingers find her pussy and she starts to tease, slow circles at first, then firmer strokes. The gold upholstery warms under her thighs while she works her clit, breath growing shorter, hips lifting each time pleasure spikes. She keeps her legs spread wide so every inch of her sex is exposed to the room, to the light, to her own hungry touch. Her wrist rocks faster. Wet sounds fill the space between moans. She presses two fingers inside, pumps, curls, presses again, chasing that deep throb she craves more than any jewel. When she comes, the sofa creaks under her arching body and her cries echo against all that gold. Kathia stays spread, fingers still stroking lazy circles, letting the afterglow settle on her skin like fine silk.