Lace fantasy

That pale pink lace dress makes me wet every time I slip it on. The sheer fabric traces every curve, my nipples pressing stiff against it. I let my own hands pretend they're his—gliding down my waist, pulling the skirt up. Fingers brush over my bare little pussy, stroking soft and slow like he would. I spread wider, rubbing circles over my clit, slick already coating my skin. Breath comes faster. My hips roll against my hand. I tease my entrance, slide two fingers inside, pushing deep while my thumb keeps working my clit. The lace stays on. I fuck myself harder, legs shaking, cunt pulsing around my fingers until I come hard and wet.