Pink tulip

She slipped into the lingerie set that arrived from her secret admirer. The soft fabric felt like a secret caress against her skin, pale pink tulips blooming across the cups. She read the note that came with it, the words tight and teasing. "I imagine you wearing this set and your pliant pussylips opening up like tulips open up in the springtime." She smiled, that small curl at the corner of her mouth. The blonde stretched out on the bed, fingers tracing the edge of her panties. Her brunette friend leaned against the doorway, watching her nipples push hard against the thin cloth. The blonde slid her hand inside, parted the delicate folds, felt how wet she already was. She moved slow, thumb circling the swollen nub while the other hand cupped one full breast and squeezed. The fabric clung to her, dampening, the little tulip print stretching over her skin. Each stroke made her breath catch, made her thighs open wider, until the scent of her heat filled the room and her hips lifted to meet her own fingers.