Naturally nice

Meet Lucie. Honey-blonde hair falls across her shoulders, framing a pair of wide, trusting eyes that look straight at you. She stands in soft lace lingerie, the kind meant for someone else’s fingers. A small smile lifts the corner of her mouth as she lets her hand drift lower, slipping beneath the sheer fabric. Her touch is slow, lazy almost, but the flush on her cheeks says she knows exactly what she’s doing. She spreads her thighs just enough, lets her fingertips find the warm heat between them, and begins to stroke—small, steady circles that make her breath catch. Every motion is unhurried. She wants you to watch. Her lashes flutter when the pleasure tightens, and her free hand cups one breast through the lace, squeezing until the nipple hardens against her palm. The room is quiet except for the wet sound of her fingers and the quickening rasp of her breath. She bites her lip, hips tilting up to meet each stroke, and keeps her gaze forward, inviting you to see exactly how sweet she can be when no one’s watching.