Silver-haired woman fingering herself on restaurant table

Silver hair spilling over her shoulders, the older woman arches back over the wooden table, one hand working between her parted thighs while the other clutches the edge. Black lace garter belt digs into her hips as she spreads her legs wider, fingers moving fast and deep. Her breath comes in sharp gasps, mouth open, eyes locked on something unseen. The dim lighting catches the sheen on her skin as she rocks against her own touch, thighs trembling with need. Empty restaurant chairs stand silent around her, no witnesses to how wet she gets.