Moist fingers press against soft flesh as she spreads her thighs wider, the red dress barely containing her curves. A low whimper escapes her lips while her other hand kneads one heavy tit through the fabric. Slow circles grow faster, hips lifting off the cushion with every stroke. The window light catches her flushed skin as she arches back, lost in the rhythm of her own touch. A quiet gasp cuts through the room when she finally comes, thighs trembling against the couch.