The living room couch groans under her weight as she kneels, purple dress riding up to her waist. Thick thighs part wide, fingers working between them in slow, deliberate circles. Back arches, hips rocking just enough to make the fabric bunch around her hips. Lips part, breath hitching as she loses herself in the tease, her free hand gripping the armrest for balance. The coffee table catches the flicker of the TV, casting shadows that dance across her flushed cheeks as she gets wetter by the second.