Violet wishes

Violet slips into the sheer lilac bra that barely contains her. She presses her palms to her small, firm tits, feeling the lace stretch across the points of her nipples. The fabric is see-through, a pale veil over skin that’s already flushed. She gives each breast a slow squeeze, watching them push together in the mirror, then lets them fall back into the cups again. Lower, the matching g-string sits high on her hips, the thin strip pulled tight between her cheeks. She runs a fingertip under the string at the front, tugging it away from her pussy for a moment before letting it snap back into place. The pressure feels good, so she rocks her hips once, twice, letting the seam rub over her clit. Her breath catches. She pushes her fingers beneath the fabric and strokes herself, already slick. She slides two fingers inside, pulls them out shiny, then lifts them to her mouth. She sucks them clean while the other hand stays busy between her thighs, rubbing faster now, chasing the heat that builds low in her belly. Her legs part. She grinds down onto her own hand, the wet sounds loud in the quiet room. The tiny g-string is soaked. She shoves it aside, spreads herself open, and works her clit in tight circles until her stomach tightens and her toes curl. She comes hard, breath stuttering, the bra still cupping her tits while the g-string clings wet between her legs.