Black negligee

She moves around the house in lingerie like it’s her second skin. Comfortable. Natural. But when a man’s due to drop by, the temperature shifts. The black set comes out. Sheer cups barely contain the heavy swell of her tits, the delicate lace doing nothing to hide how hard her nipples already are. The matching thong sits high on her hips, a thin black ribbon disappearing between the cheeks of her ass. Stockings hug her thighs, the tops biting just enough to leave a faint red mark when she peels them off later. She checks herself in the mirror, runs a slow hand over her stomach, and smiles. Nothing else feels quite like this.