She leans back, her hair falling loosely over her shoulders, skin glistening under the soft light. Her breathing is uneven, deep and heavy, as she moves with steady determination, chasing that delicious rush building inside her. Each movement makes her body tense, then release, her hips rolling instinctively as if they have a mind of their own. Her eyes flutter shut, a quiet moan slipping past her lips, the sound almost too soft to catch but charged with electricity. She doesn’t slow down — her pace only grows stronger, more demanding, as the need inside her swells. The room is filled with the faint creak of the bed, the warmth of her body, and the pure, intoxicating energy of a woman lost completely in her pleasure.