Striptease girl

Chrystine strips for you. She moves slow, hips rolling in rhythm, and peels the first layer away. A lace bra clings to her breasts, thin enough to show the dark outline of each nipple. She hooks her thumbs in her panties, slides them lower, inch by inch, until they fall around her ankles. She steps free, barefoot now, pale skin warm under the lights. Her hand drifts between her thighs. Fingers spread her lips, part them gently, and she circles her clit in steady strokes. She sighs, spreads her legs wider, and sinks two fingers inside herself. The wet sound is clear, slick and eager. Her thighs quiver. She bites her lip, eyes half-lidded, and rocks her hips into her own hand. Blonde hair spills over one shoulder. She comes with a soft, broken moan, back arching, fingers glistening.