Backstage with Katsuni

Katsuni moves through the dressing room with that effortless heat only she carries. She peels off her robe, letting the fabric slide over smooth skin. Her hands find her breasts first, fingers tracing circles around her nipples until they stiffen under her touch. She sits on the edge of the makeup table, thighs parting. The camera catches every wet sound as she works two fingers inside herself, slow at first, then quicker. Her free hand grips the table edge. A soft gasp escapes her lips. Her hips roll forward to meet her hand. The mirror behind her shows the full curve of her ass, the way her back arches when the pleasure hits deep. She keeps going until her thighs start to shake, until her breathing turns ragged, until the only thing left is the sharp, wet pulse of her release.