Horny for Company

Angelica Heart sits alone on the edge of the bed, legs crossed, the hem of her dress riding high on her thighs. Her black hair falls loose over bare shoulders. The stockings catch the light—fine lace stretched tight around smooth skin—and her heels rest neatly on the carpet. She looks made to ruin a man, but there's no one here. She uncrosses her legs, lets her dress slip further, and her fingers slide beneath the lace. She presses two fingers to her clit, moves them in slow circles, and a quiet moan slips out. Her breasts rise with every breath, nipples stiff against the fabric. She rubs harder, knees falling open, the wet sound of her cunt growing louder in the empty room. She bites her lip, rolls her hips, and keeps stroking until the need that burned all evening finally peaks and breaks.