Backstage with Natalia Forrest

Natalia slipped away from the noise and found herself alone in the VIP lounge, heels kicked off, panties already gone. She sank back into the plush seat, fingers tracing lazy circles between her legs. The silence made every wet sound louder. She started slow, spreading herself open, then faster, breath catching as she found the rhythm she needed. Nothing fancy. Just her hand, her hunger, and the promise of what she’d do once someone else walked through that door.