Lifting her sweater to rub her belly, Mochii Babii licks her fingers and settles back

Sitting on a gray couch against a white tiled wall, Mochii Babii pulls her black sweater up over her bare stomach and rests her fingers on the skin while she talks. She takes a sip of orange juice, tears open a foil packet and bites into the food. One hand drifts in lazy circles across her gut, black mesh shorts just visible beneath it. She brushes the crumbs from the foil, licks each finger clean, then sinks back into the cushions and keeps palming the soft curve of her belly.