Moaning to the 'Moone'

Sophie finds the house empty and peels her clothes off without hurry. She stretches out on the couch, skin warm against the cushions, and lets her fingers drift between her thighs. The first touch makes her breath catch. She teases herself until she’s slick, then reaches for the dildo she keeps within reach. She brings the smooth tip to her entrance and pushes it in, slow at first, then deeper, her hips tilting to take it all. Her eyes slip shut. A soft, low moan rises from her throat and floats toward the ceiling. Her free hand cups one breast, thumb circling the nipple, matching the rhythm of the toy sliding in and out. Every thrust draws another sound from her, open, unguarded, as if the room itself is listening. She rocks harder, chasing the heat that builds low in her belly, lost to the steady rhythm and the wet sound of her own pleasure.