Leather lady

Alexis steps into the room wearing nothing but a black patent leather corset. The glossy material clings tight to her skin, pushing her large breasts upward until they sit high and full above the stiff boning. She pauses, letting the light slide over every curve, then sits on the edge of the couch and spreads her thighs wide. Her hand slips down between her legs. Two fingers part her folds, already slick, and she starts a slow, steady stroke. She leans back, head tilted, eyes half-closed, the corset creaking softly with each deeper breath. Her other hand rises to cup one breast, squeezing the flesh until it spills over the leather edge. A quiet moan slips out when she pushes two fingers inside. She works them in and out, pace quickening, hips lifting to meet each thrust. The corset stays laced tight, framing her body while her fingers grow wetter and the sounds of her pleasure fill the room.