Lusty lady

She opens the scene in black lace that barely clings to her skin, garters drawn tight against the sheer stockings. The fabric sighs when she moves, and she lets it. Her fingers trail down her own thigh, slow at first, then firmer, until she cups the heat between her legs. A quiet gasp slips out, and she answers it with a firmer press, rubbing through the delicate panel that separates skin from touch. The silk feels cool. Her cunt feels anything but. She leans back, spreads, works the pressure in tight circles until her breath catches, quickens. One hand slides up to pinch a nipple through the bra, twisting it just hard enough to sting. Her hips roll with the motion, chasing friction. When she finally pushes the panties aside, her fingers slip easily, already slick. She drags two inside herself, curling, stroking, thumb working her clit in steady, greedy strokes. The room fills with the wet sound of it, the soft, filthy rhythm she sets. She comes with her teeth sunk into her lower lip, legs trembling, stockings dark at the crease of her thighs.