All about me

She stands there, naked under the lights. Every inch on display. Front, back, every curve. Yet she still feels the need to go deeper. Her fingers slide between her legs as she speaks. Slow. Deliberate. She’s thinking about someone. Maybe you. Maybe a lover she hasn’t met yet. The thought makes her wet. She stretches out on the bed, legs open, touching herself without shame. Her blonde hair spills across the pillow, dark strands catching the light. She moans quietly at first, then louder when she finds the right spot. This isn’t just for show. She wants it. Needs it. And she’s giving it to herself with the same passion she’d give to someone else.