In bed with Kathia

The bed sheets still hold the warmth of her body when Kathia settles in. Her blonde hair spills across the pillow like liquid gold. She stretches once, languid, then lets her hands drift lower. Lace clings to her curves, sheer enough to hint at everything beneath. She traces the edge of it, slow circles over her breasts until the fabric tightens and her nipples press forward. The tension builds quickly. Soon her fingers slip under the lingerie, seeking skin. Her breath catches. She lifts her hips, peels the panties down her thighs, and kicks them away. The dildo waits where she left it. She wraps her fingers around it, slick already, and brings it between her legs. The first push draws a low sound from her throat. She works it deeper, steady, each thrust finding the angle she needs. Her free hand stays busy, stroking where the toy meets her. The rhythm tightens. Her thighs tense. She arches, chasing the climb, until the release breaks through her in hard pulses and leaves her flushed and breathless against the rumpled sheets.