Snow-white - part I.

She stands in white lace, pale against the cold light. Her skin is almost the same color as the fabric. Blonde hair falls straight over one shoulder, and her fingers slide beneath the thin straps to test how they hold. She moves slowly, letting the lingerie cling or loosen as she wants. The top is cut low, and each breath presses her breasts against the edge. When she sits, her knees part just enough. One hand slips between them, the other still stroking the strap on her hip. The brunette mirror shows another angle: the back of the bodice dipping low, the thin thong disappearing between her cheeks. She watches herself, then closes her eyes, breathing deeper. Fingers press, circle, press again. A small sound escapes when she pushes harder. She keeps the rhythm steady, hips rolling once, twice, until the white lace looks almost damp where her skin meets it.