Pink and yellow

Pink and yellow lace clings to her skin like a secret. She turns once, the lights catching the sheer fabric where it stretches over her small breasts. Her fingers skim the waistband of the panties. One tug, slow and deliberate, and the lace slides down her hips. A pale pink slit appears, bare and glistening. She keeps the panties at mid-thigh, letting the damp fabric frame the view, then lets her hand wander between her legs. She strokes herself open, two fingers parting her lips, showing the tiny, flushed opening. A sigh escapes her as warm liquid beads at the slit. She arches, spreads her thighs wider, and the first golden stream spills out, soaking the lace still caught around her knees. She watches it pool, then lets another spurt follow, running down her inner thighs. Her hand returns to her clit, rubbing through the wetness, pink and yellow now slick and translucent. Another quick gush, controlled, leaves fresh streaks across the floor. She smiles, breathing heavier, the set glistening against her skin, every inch of it wet and clinging.