Crotchless panties

Crotchless panties. They sit on her hips like an invitation. White lace barely covers anything, just enough to frame what’s left bare. The slit between her thighs is open, waiting. She runs her fingers down, parts the fabric, and finds herself already slick. Two fingertips slip in easily. She circles her clit, slow at first, then harder, hips lifting off the bed. Her other hand tugs the bra lower, freeing one breast. The nipple tightens under her touch. She spreads her legs wider, the crotchless panties stretched tight at the sides, exposing everything. She slides two fingers inside, then three, working them in deep. Her breath catches. She rubs faster, chasing the edge, blonde hair fanned across the pillow, thighs trembling. When she comes, her toes curl and the lace stays exactly where it is—framing, not hiding, the mess she’s made.