What Franciska does when she's alone

Franciska owns every inch of her body and never hides it. When the need hits her harder than usual, she stops waiting. She stretches across the bed, blonde hair spilling over the pillow, and lets her hands roam. Her fingers trace the curve of her breasts, circle her nipples until they tighten, then slide lower. She knows the exact pressure her clit wants. She presses, circles, finds that sweet spot again and again, breath quickening each time. When her own touch isn’t enough she reaches for the toy she keeps close. The first smooth thrust inside makes her hips lift. She fucks herself slow, then harder, finding the angle that makes her thighs shake. Every stroke teaches her something new about how she likes it, and she stores every detail away for the next time hands aren’t her own.