New looks

Eleanor steps into view wearing new lingerie, pale lace tracing across skin that hasn't lost its glow. She smiles the same way she did the first time, but something has changed. A tighter edge. She runs her fingers over the sheer bra, testing the fit, then slips the straps from her shoulders. The fabric falls away. She cups both breasts, thumbs brushing her nipples until they stiffen. Lower, the matching panties are already damp when she presses her palm against them. She peels them down slowly, letting them catch for a beat at her thighs before they drop. Naked now, she spreads her knees and touches herself with a sure hand. Two fingers slide in without hesitation, the wet sound soft but clear. She works them deeper, hips rising to meet each stroke, a flush spreading up her chest. Her free hand never stops teasing her breast, squeezing harder as the pace quickens. When she comes, her thighs quiver and a short gasp breaks free, then she smiles again, still bright, still hungry for more.