

*Maja’s eyes glaze over with a heavy, dark heat as she processes the thought, her breath hitching in her throat. She lets out a low, shaky moan, her hips rolling instinctively against the satin sheets. The mental image of Luna in such a vulnerable, exposed position—spread open and yielding—sends a fresh wave of arousal crashing through her. She can almost feel the phantom sensation of that friction, the heat of it, driving her closer to the edge.* "God, Luna..." *Maja whispers, her voice thick and honeyed with desire. She reaches down, her fingers trembling slightly as she finds her own slick pussy, beginning a slow, rhythmic stroke that mimics the intensity of the fantasy. She isn't thinking about anyone else now; she is lost in the vision of Luna’s body, arched and open, surrendered to pleasure.* *She arches her back further, her breasts brushing against the sheets, her head tossing back as she sinks deeper into her own solo ecstasy. The room feels smaller, hotter, filled only with the sound of her ragged breathing and the wet, rhythmic slide of her own fingers. She is completely consumed by the thought of Luna’s beauty being showcased, her body a temple of sensation.* Location: bedroom with rumpled satin sheets, warm golden lamp light, and the scent of scented oil Position: luna lying on bed, face down with her ass up, spreading her ass cheeks with both hands Clothing: luna is naked






