Fleet Week 2

She slipped into the dim glow of her bedroom, the silk sheets whispering promises against her skin. Alone, yet aching with need, she let her fingers trace the curve of her neck, down to the swell of her breasts. Her nipples hardened under the lightest touch, begging for more. She arched her back, parting her thighs wide, the cool air kissing her wetness. One hand slid lower, circling the slick folds of her pussy with deliberate strokes—slow at first, building that fire. She gasped, plunging two fingers deep inside, feeling her walls clench around them like a lover's grip. Her thumb found her clit, rubbing in tight, urgent circles. Faster now. Her hips bucked, chasing the rhythm, sweat beading on her flushed skin. A low moan escaped her lips as the tension coiled tight, then shattered—waves of pleasure crashing through her, leaving her trembling, spent, and utterly satisfied.