The new dress

Jasmin buys dresses that demand attention, and this new one is no exception. She slips it on, watches the way the fabric clings, then lets it fall to the floor without a second thought. Pale skin fills the room. She settles back, legs parted, fingers already brushing between her thighs. Each slow circle makes her breath hitch. Her other hand cups her breast, thumb flicking the nipple until it tightens. She shifts her hips, pressing harder, chasing the heat that builds with every stroke. The dress lies crumpled beside her, already forgotten.