My new home

She steps inside and lets the door click shut behind her. Sunlight slides across polished wood and bare walls. Right—the dining room. Left—the living room. Her voice drops lower. "Want the real tour?" She slips two fingers beneath her waistband and drags them over slick, warm folds. The fabric parts. She shows you the pink, glistening center, already wet and open, the shy pucker of her ass just beneath. With a slow roll of her wrist she spreads the lips wider, then circles her clit in tight, wet strokes. A soft moan slips out. She sinks onto the nearest chair, knees falling wide, and keeps stroking while the empty rooms wait around her.