Fine lingerie

Katalin moves across the room in black lace, the rose pattern barely covering the swell of her breasts. The matching stockings hug her thighs with a quiet grip. She hooks her thumbs into the waistband and slides the thong down one inch at a time, letting the fabric catch before it falls. Pale skin shows first, then the bare curve of her ass. She steps free of the lace and stretches out on the bed, legs parting without hurry. Fingers trace over her stomach, then lower, spreading the lips apart to show how wet she already is. A single fingertip circles her clit, slow, then faster. Her breathing changes. She rocks against her hand, lifting her hips, chasing the feeling until her thighs start to shake.