Delicious

She leans in close. "I will be your sexy present for tonight. How does that sound?" Her voice drops lower. "Sit back. Relax. Let me do the rest." Lace clings to her skin in soft, pale layers that hint at every curve. She reaches behind her back, and the straps slide from her shoulders. She lets them fall. Her fingers trace the edge of the fabric, teasing it down an inch, then another, until the thin material catches at her hips and she lets it drop to the floor. She stands there, bare now except for the last scraps of lingerie still clinging to her body. Her hands roam. Slow, deliberate. She touches herself openly, fingers gliding over smooth skin, lingering where it feels best. She watches you the whole time. Her breath quickens. She spreads her thighs wider, lets her touch grow bolder, and the room fills with the soft, wet sounds of her pleasure.