Lilac lingerie

The lilac lingerie hugs her skin, its feather trim brushing every curve. She sits back and watches her own hands roam, teasing the delicate fluff over her breasts. The soft touch makes her nipples tighten under the sheer fabric. She parts her legs, slips one hand lower, and drags the feather edging across her clit. A small gasp escapes. She does it again, slower, savoring the contrast between the light tickle and the growing heat between her thighs. Her fingers dip beneath the thong, sliding through her own slickness while the feathers dance along the outside. Breathy sighs fill the quiet room. She grinds gently against her hand, the lace shifting, her body arching into the feeling. The feathered trim keeps whispering over her, each movement sending another shiver through her belly. Eyes half-lidded, she rubs faster, chasing that perfect pressure until her thighs tremble and the first wave rolls through her.