Heart queen

She smiles at the camera like she already knows she owns you. A shy little turn of the wrist, then the thin straps of her dress slide down each shoulder. Fabric whispers over skin as it drops to the floor, leaving her in nothing but white cotton panties. Blonde hair falls loose over small breasts, nipples already tight from the air. She bites her lip, watching you watch her, and runs one hand slowly up her stomach, testing how much she can show before she touches herself. Her fingers trace the edge of the waistband, teasing, before slipping inside. A soft sigh escapes her as she finds how wet she already is. The panties stay on for now, just pulled aside so she can rub slow circles over her clit. Knees bend, hips tilt forward. She’s deliberate. Patient. Every movement measured to make the ache last.