Kathia's Christmas

Kathia turns on her camera in a quiet room. The Christmas tree stands bare behind her, lights still in boxes, and she smiles at the lens while she talks. Blonde hair tumbles past her shoulders. She slides a fingertip along the smooth stem of a glass ornament, then sets it down and shrugs out of her robe. Naked now, she kneels on the rug, spreads her thighs, and presses two fingers between her lips. She watches her own hand move, slow circles over her clit, then slips a finger inside. Her breath catches. She adds a second finger, pushes deeper, pumps once, twice, then pulls them out glistening. With her free hand she reaches for a slim silver dildo, clicks it on, and brings the humming tip to her swollen clit. The low buzz fills the room. She rolls her hips, grinding against the toy, nipples tightening as pleasure climbs. A soft moan slips out. She pushes the vibrator lower, eases it inside, fucks herself with steady strokes while her thumb keeps working her clit. Her free hand cups one breast, pinches the nipple, tugs. Legs start to shake. She drops onto her back, knees wide, feet planted, and drives the toy in harder. Wet sounds echo under the tree. Her mouth falls open, eyes half-lidded, until the orgasm hits and her whole body jerks, cunt pulsing around the silver shaft. She stays there, breathing, fingers still tracing lazy circles over her slick folds, Christmas lights finally glowing above her.