Where did the panties go?

Cindy Hope sits back, the thin yellow fabric already damp against her skin. She pulls them down slow, letting them catch on her thighs, then stares at the pale scrap in her hand. A smile flickers, and she brings the warm silk straight to her bare, smooth sex. The material slides in, inch by inch, swallowed by the heat and wet. She works it deeper, fingers lingering at the entrance, stretching the slick opening around the bunched lace. When she finally tugs the panties free they glisten, and her cunt stays parted, throbbing for more. Two fingers take their place, slipping inside without effort, then three, working a steady rhythm. The tight pull of her walls, the quiet sounds of slick skin, fill the quiet room until her hips roll, chasing every thrust.