Kink for Monday

Becky Stevens lets her Monday start the way she likes it. She steps in wearing next to nothing, a skimpy number that clings to her curves like it owes her money. Her long blonde hair catches the light as she moves, and every sway of her hips pulls the eye exactly where she wants it. Alone in the room, she doesn’t need an audience to feel the heat. Her hands slide over her own skin, slow and sure, exploring what the thin fabric barely covers. She pauses at her breasts, fingers circling, teasing the nipples until they stiffen under the lace. Then she trails lower, palming the heat between her thighs, pressing the fabric tighter until she feels the damp outline of her pussy. A soft moan slips out when she hooks a finger under the hem and drags it aside. Two fingers part her lips, slick with her own wetness, and she rubs lazy circles over her swollen clit. Her legs spread wider on the bed, hips rolling to meet her hand. She pushes two fingers inside, pulls them out glistening, then pushes again, harder, faster, chasing the rhythm she knows best. The mattress creaks under her steady thrusts, her free hand gripping one breast, squeezing as her breath hitches. She comes in a sharp, trembling wave, thighs quivering, blonde hair fanned across the sheets. For a quiet Monday, it’s all the heat anyone needs.