Spicy

She stood in front of the mirror wearing sheer black lingerie that barely covered her breasts and hips. Her fingers traced the lace edges slowly, teasing the skin beneath. She slid one strap off her shoulder, letting it hang loose while her hand drifted down between her legs. She pressed against the fabric, rubbing in slow circles as her breathing changed. Blonde hair fell across her face as she tilted her head back, eyes half-closed. She moved to the bed and knelt there, legs spread. Her fingers pushed the thin material aside. She circled her clit with two fingers, then slid one inside, moving in and out with steady rhythm. Soft sounds escaped her lips. She added a second finger, spreading her legs wider. Her hips rocked forward, meeting each thrust. She pulled the lingerie down to expose her breasts completely, pinching one nipple while her other hand worked between her thighs. Her movements grew faster, more urgent. She came with a sharp gasp, body trembling, then slowed her fingers but kept touching herself through the aftershocks.