Subil, the bar teaser

The bar dimmed, shadows sliding over Subil's curves. She sat with one thigh draped over the stool, skirt riding high enough to show the sheer fabric stretched tight across her pussy. Her fingers traced lazy circles at the edge of her panties, pressing in just enough to feel the heat beneath. She bit her lip, eyes half-lidded, and slid her hand lower. The lace slipped aside. Two fingers slipped inside, slow and deep, her breath catching at the wet sound that followed. She reached for the toy on the bar, smooth glass catching the low light. She ran it along her slit, coating it, then eased it in—inch by inch—until the thick base pressed against her clit. Her hips rolled. Every thrust sent a shiver through her thighs. She pulled it out, pushed it back in harder, the rhythm building until her free hand gripped the bar rail and her mouth fell open. No sound came. Just the wet slide of glass and the tightening of her stomach as she fucked herself open, slow, then faster, until her legs shook and the bar stool creaked beneath her.