Backstage with Juditta

Juditta lies alone in the quiet backstage room. Her blonde hair spills across the velvet couch. She slides her hand between her thighs and starts slow, fingers teasing the soft lips beneath her black lace panties. Her breath catches. She presses harder, circling her clit with two fingers while the other hand cups her small breast, pinching the nipple until it stiffens. Her black hair sticks to the sweat on her neck. She kicks the panties off, spreads wider, and works two fingers inside, fucking herself with a steady rhythm. Her hips lift off the couch. She adds a third finger and moans through parted lips, eyes half-closed, chasing the heat that builds between her legs. The room smells of perfume and her own arousal. She rubs her clit faster, thighs trembling, until the orgasm hits her in tight pulses. She stays open, fingers still buried, breathing hard, the last tremors fading through her body.