Petite

Suzy takes off her dress like she knows every eye is on her. The room gets quiet. Her skin looks soft in the low light. She wears black lace that barely covers her small frame, her tiny waist, and those slim hips. Her blonde hair catches the light when she moves, but there’s a sharp contrast to the black of the lingerie. She runs her hands down her body, slow and sure. Her fingers trace over her stomach, then slip lower, brushing over the thin strip of fabric between her thighs. She bites her lip, eyes half-closed. When she sits back on the bed, her legs fall open. She touches herself through the lace first, pressing just enough to make her breath hitch. Soon she slides the panties aside. Her fingers move in quick, needy circles over her pussy, the wet sounds mixing with her soft gasps. Her hips rock up to meet her hand. The lace bra stays on, the straps slipping down her shoulders as she gets closer. She looks straight at the lens. Every movement is deliberate, small body trembling with each stroke. Her free hand squeezes her breast, thumb brushing over her nipple through the fabric. She keeps going until her thighs shake and her mouth falls open in a silent cry. Then she slows, drawing it out, savoring the last tremors running through her.