Glitter girl

She asked the question with a slow turn, the sequins catching light like broken glass. The dress hugged tight, every shift sending little glints across her skin. She smiled, pleased with the way it sparkled. Still smiling, she reached behind her neck, found the zipper, and let it fall. Naked now, she stretched her arms high, letting the cool air touch her. Blonde hair fell loose across her shoulders. One hand drifted down to her breast, fingers circling. The other slid lower, between her legs, parting them without hesitation. She touched herself with steady intent, hips rocking, breath growing short. Nothing else in the room mattered. Just the steady pull of pleasure, building fast and sharp, until her fingers moved quicker and her mouth fell open.