Mochii Babii reads and rubs her belly, thighs falling open like an invitation

In a black top, Mochii Babii slouches into the couch cushions with a tablet propped in one hand. She rucks the top up and smooths her palm across her bare belly, reading as she goes. Then she sinks lower and lets her thighs drift apart, the tablet still lifted, her long dark hair tumbling over her shoulders. A small tattoo sits on her upper arm, and she keeps stroking her stomach with an easy, absent rhythm.