Lady in Black

Kyra stands in the hush of the museum, all curves and dark hair, then slips out of her dress. Nothing underneath. Her breasts swing free, round and full, catching the low light as she steps clear of the fabric. Her ass is heavy, taut. She palms one breast, thumbs the nipple until it tightens, then slides her hand lower. Two fingers part her lips and dip inside, coming away slick. She leans back against a marble pedestal, legs spread, and works herself open—slow circles on her clit, then quick thrusts that make her tits bounce. Every wet sound echoes off stone. She bites her lip, eyes half-lidded, chasing the heat that tightens low in her belly until her thighs tremble and her breath breaks into soft, urgent gasps.