Panty lover

She has panties everywhere. Lacy scraps in every color, tossed across the bed, draped over the chair. They make her feel sexy just knowing they're close. Today she's got no toy within reach, so she picks a pair off the pillow and presses the soft cotton between her thighs. The fabric warms fast against her bare skin. She rubs slowly, feeling the thin seam catch right where she needs it, then rocks her hips in short, greedy strokes. Her breath comes heavier. The room stays quiet except for the faint rustle of silk sliding over slick flesh. Blonde hair spills across the sheets as she moves. She keeps the pressure light, then firmer, chasing the rush. When she comes, the panties are damp and clinging, twisted tight in her fist. She lets out a low laugh, already eyeing the next pair.