Exotic charm

She came to his place in black lace that barely covered anything. A slim blonde in her late teens. He watched her settle on the edge of the bed, legs parted, fingers already tracing the damp fabric between her thighs. She pressed down, rubbed slow circles, then slipped the lingerie aside so he could see everything. Her movements grew quicker. Wet sounds filled the quiet room while she worked two fingers deep inside herself. Across from her, the brunette sat in nothing but stockings, one hand between her own legs, matching the rhythm. The blonde arched, breath catching, pushing harder until her hips jerked and a flush spread across her chest. The brunette bit her lip, eyes locked on the display, her own fingers moving faster, chasing the same edge.