In the VIP

Cleopatra takes her time entering the VIP room. She climbs onto the seat, knees spread, and looks straight at the camera while she runs her hand down the front of her dress. The fabric slides away. Underneath, she is naked and already wet. She circles her clit with two fingers, slow at first, then quicker, hips rocking against her own hand. Her breath gets heavier, soft gasps slipping out as she sinks lower, spreading herself wider for a better angle. She slides one finger inside, then two, pushing them deep before pulling them out and pressing the slick digits back over her swollen clit. Her body moves with each stroke, nipples tight, thighs trembling. She keeps the rhythm steady until her free hand grips the cushion and her mouth falls open in a long, low moan. When the last shiver fades she stays there, legs still parted, catching her breath.