Fancy

Kathia Nobili always had a taste for the expensive. Gold on her skin, silk beneath her feet. When she spots the couch, her eyes go wide. It gleams like a pile of melted treasure, all cream and shining metal. She stretches out across it, runs her fingers over the stiff, metallic curves. It feels like luxury pressed into one perfect place to lie. She spreads her legs a little. Blonde hair falls across her shoulders. One hand slips between her thighs, slow at first, then quicker. She teases her pussy, already slick, already warm. Her breath catches. She pushes two fingers deeper, pumps them in an easy rhythm, hips rolling to meet the motion. Every stroke comes wetter than the last. The sofa squeaks under her weight. She presses her thumb against her clit, rolls it, bites her lip. A soft moan leaves her mouth. Then another. Her free hand cups her breast, squeezes, tugs her nipple until it stands tight. She works faster, chasing the heat that pools low in her belly. The couch stays cold and hard under her ass, the contrast making every rub and slide feel sharper. She bucks, gasps, then comes hard, fingers buried deep, thighs trembling around her hand.