Sandy's erotic striptease

Sandy's lace and satin whisper against her skin. The heels lift every curve, and her body answers. She peels the straps away slowly, letting each breast spill free, full and heavy. Her fingers trace her abs, glide lower, cup the firm swell of her ass. The tights slide down her thighs in one silky motion. Naked now, she lingers, touching what she sees—hard nipples, tight stomach, the smooth curve that draws her hand between her legs. The striptease becomes a private feast, and she devours every inch of herself.