Interview with Kayla

Kayla walks in like she owns the room. Her brown skin glows under the lights, smooth over every tight curve. The dress clings for a moment, then slips down her hips and hits the floor. She’s bare underneath. Nothing hidden. She stretches out on the couch, legs spread wide, and runs two fingers down the soft line of her pussy. A quiet gasp escapes her. She presses harder, circling her clit with slow, steady strokes, then slips one finger inside, then two, working herself open. Her free hand cups her breast, thumb brushing the nipple until it tightens. She moves faster, hips lifting to meet her hand, breath turning ragged. The wet sound of her fingers grows louder as she pushes deeper, chasing the heat that builds low in her belly. When it hits, her thighs shake and a sharp cry breaks free. She doesn’t stop right away, just slows, stroking herself through the last sparks until her body stills and her fingers rest between her legs, slick and shining.