Candy cunt

She slipped into black lace that hugged her like a second skin. A grown-up silhouette, not the usual fresh-faced teen look. Blonde hair caught the light as she moved, letting the fabric slide over every curve. Her fingers trailed between her legs, pressing against the thin material, teasing herself with slow, deliberate strokes. A soft moan slipped out as she rubbed harder, chasing that wet, needy pulse. Legs spread wider, panties pulled aside so nothing stayed hidden. She watched herself in the mirror, lips parted, hips rocking into her own hand until the lace darkened with her heat. Every stroke drew her closer, cunt glistening, breath coming shorter. She didn't stop until the pleasure crested sharp and hot, thighs trembling, the room filled with the sound of her wet fingers and the soft, broken sounds she couldn't hold back.