Caught in the net

She runs her hands over the delicate lingerie, the thin straps barely covering anything. The black lace cups her breasts and leaves her nipples visible underneath. She knows exactly what she’s showing. “I love clothes like this,” she says, voice soft. “They make me feel so feminine. So sexy.” Her fingers trace the edge of the panties, dip lower. She presses against the fabric, rubs slow circles. Her legs spread wider. The lingerie clings wet now, dark where she’s soaked through. She pulls it aside. Her fingers slip in. One, then two. She moans, low and quiet. Her hips lift. She fucks herself deeper, knuckles brushing her clit with every stroke. Her eyes stay on you. She wants to be watched. She wants to catch you in it. The net works. She’s got you.