Mona Lone All Alone

Mona likes her solitude. Alone in the house, she slips off her dress and runs her hands over her skin. She has known how to touch herself for years and knows exactly what her body likes. Fingers trace slow circles, dip inside, come back slick. Every movement deliberate. Her breathing grows heavier as the pleasure builds. No rush. She knows what she is doing, and she does it well.