Black beauty

Lorna settles into the chair, her black hair falling loose over one shoulder. The dark lace clings to her slim frame, her skin pale where the lingerie stops. One hand slides lower, fingers slipping beneath the thin strip of fabric. She parts her legs wider, breathing quickening as she rubs slow circles against herself. Every movement is deliberate, unhurried. Her lips part, a soft sound escaping. The contrast between her raven hair and fair skin sharpens under the light. She presses harder, the pace building, her other hand gripping the armrest as pleasure takes hold.