Introducing Wivien

She sits on the edge of the bed in nothing but a soft smile, legs parted just enough to show she came for more than talk. Blonde hair falls across her shoulder. Twenty-six and far from home, Wivien knows exactly what she wants now. Fingers slide down her flat stomach, slow, deliberate, until they reach the heat between her thighs. She traces lazy circles over her clit, breath catching each time her nail grazes the swollen bud. Her other hand cups a small breast, thumb brushing the nipple until it stands stiff. She leans back, knees falling open wider, and two fingers sink inside with a quiet wet sound. She watches them disappear, pulls them out glistening, then pushes deeper, hips rocking to meet each thrust. Her mouth opens but no sound comes—only the slick rhythm of her hand working faster. A flush creeps across her chest. The bed creaks under her shifting weight. When she comes, it’s quiet, sudden, thighs trembling around her wrist as her fingers stay buried to the last pulse.