Gem of the Loft

Sapphire steps into her loft wearing nothing but black lace. The stockings ride high on her thighs and the garter belt sits low on her hips. She pauses for a moment, then walks toward the camera with slow, deliberate steps. The tiny bra comes off first, straps sliding down her arms until her breasts are free. Her panties follow, rolled down inch by inch until they fall around her ankles. She leaves the garters and stockings on. Once she’s bare, she lies back on the couch, knees parted. Her right hand slips between her legs. Two fingers find her clit and rub slow circles while her left hand moves up to pinch her nipple. She keeps her eyes on the lens. Her breathing changes, grows heavier. She adds a third finger, dips inside herself, then brings the wet digits up to taste. The rhythm quickens. Her hips lift off the cushions in small, hungry thrusts. She bites her bottom lip, then smiles, flushed and shining. In the quiet loft, the only sound is the soft wet click of her fingers and her low, steady breathing as she keeps going.