Fluff

Dominique picked her new lounge set from the drawer, soft pink with little tufts of fluff along the seams. She slipped into it and the trim brushed the curve of her ass, catching, grazing, warm against bare skin. The first flicker ran straight between her legs. She sat on the edge of the bed, knees apart, and traced the fluffy line down her thigh, slow, back and forth, until the tickle turned into a pulse. Her fingers slid lower. The pink satin slipped aside. She rubbed the trim across her clit, gentle strokes, then quicker, breath catching each time the fluff hit the wet spot. Legs opened wider. Her hips rolled. A small moan broke out as the tingling built, steady, unstoppable, until she came hard against the sweet pink fluff.