Buda Castle District

She wanders through the Buda Castle district with the sun warm on her skin. Her blonde hair catches the light, bare legs moving freely under a short summer dress. She stops when the street empties, leans against an old stone wall, and lets her hand drift under the hem. Fingers press and circle, slick now, breath shortening as she watches the quiet cobblestones. No one around. She pushes two fingers deeper, palm rocking against her clit, hips tilting forward in small, steady thrusts. Her free hand cups a breast through thin fabric, pinching the nipple until it stiffens. A soft, wet sound rises each time she slides in and out, and she bites her lip to keep the moan inside. The castle towers watch. She doesn’t care. She fucks herself faster, thighs trembling, until the sharp pleasure finally breaks and she comes with a low, shaky gasp against the ancient stone.