Seduction

That flimsy nothing slides off. She stands there in her lace lingerie, the fabric doing nothing to hide what it pretends to cover. Her lithe body catches the light. Young, fresh, tight in all the right places. She watches your eyes travel over her and smiles, knowing exactly what she's doing to you. One hand slips down between her thighs. She parts the lace and starts touching herself, slow, deliberate, letting you see how wet she's getting. Her fingers move in rhythm with her breath. Every soft sound she makes is an invitation.