Wishes or memories

Katalin touches herself in the low light. A silver dildo rests on the sheets, cool and slim, catching the lamp’s gleam. She slides two fingers between her thighs first, spreading her lips, feeling the warmth build. The toy waits. She picks it up, runs it along the wet seam of her cunt, and lets the tip press inside. Slow at first. A breath. Then deeper. She works it in steady strokes, hips lifting to meet every push. Blonde hair fans across the pillow. Her free hand cups a breast, thumb flicking the nipple until it stands stiff. Eyes half-closed, mouth open, she moves the toy faster, chasing the rush. Maybe she’s replaying a night that already happened, or maybe she’s calling someone closer who hasn’t arrived yet. Either way, the pleasure is real and building, and her body answers every question with a quiet, hungry yes.