Fingers curl around her inner thighs, pulling them apart until her pussy glistens under the light. Silver hair spills across the pillow as she arches her back, hips lifting just enough to beg for more. The wet sounds of her own fingers sliding in and out fill the air, her breath hitching with every shallow thrust. She moans low, her free hand gripping the sheets as her body tenses, thighs trembling with need. The bed creaks under her weight, her belly rising and falling with each ragged inhale. She is not waiting for anyone — she is taking it.
