Lonely hours

In deep moments of seclusion, the void can be strangely satisfying. Maria embraced the unoccupied horizon of her free day, recognizing the call of her body for indulgence. Alone in her sanctuary, the pulsating desire between her thighs demanded attention.
Yielding to the urge, Maria chose to gratify her aching core with her reveling fingers, sending shivers of pleasure down her spine. This private chronicle captures the essence of the vacant hours as Maria surrendered to a seductive realm, exploring the untamed caresses on her newly smooth femininity!.