Unleash me

She stands in nothing but a black corset, all thin straps and little hooks. The blonde runs a finger along one strap and smiles. She tugs the lace, the leather bites, then slips. Another pull and the corset opens like a secret. She leans back on the bed, knees apart, one hand already sliding between her thighs. Her fingers move slow at first, circling, pressing, then faster, chasing the heat. She bites her lip, breathes sharp, hips lifting to meet her own touch. Across the room the brunette watches, dark hair loose over bare shoulders. She steps closer, lingerie still on, lace stretched tight across her chest. The blonde looks up, eyes half-lidded, and keeps touching herself while the other girl reaches for the straps.