Housewife Alone at Home Touching Herself Slowly on the Sofa While Her Husband Is Out for Work

It is afternoon. The house is quiet. I am wearing a simple salwar with no bra, no panty. While cleaning, I start thinking about you. I sit on the sofa, lift my kurta, and slowly begin playing with myself. I use my fingers gently at first, rubbing through the fabric, then sliding them in. I look directly into the camera, as if I know you are watching me secretly. My moans grow louder as I forget everything around me. Just a lonely housewife needing release. A full fantasy from start to climax.