Sexy

Sharka moves like she owns every inch of herself. Soft curves instead of sharp lines, and a glow that pulls the eye. She stretches out on the sheets, panties already damp where the silk hugs her. Her fingers trace the edge, then slide inside. Slow at first, savoring the heat, then quicker, urgent. The lingerie slips off piece by piece until nothing hides how ready she is. She moans low, legs spreading wider, hand working faster. Every wet sound echoes. Her back arches. She comes hard, breath catching, hips bucking into her own touch.