Perfect shapes

She sits alone on the bed, petite and perfectly proportioned, her body framed by the sheer black lace of her lingerie. Her hands move slowly, tracing down her thighs before slipping between them. Her fingers work with purpose, rubbing the soft folds hidden beneath the fabric. Every so often she draws one foot up, exposing the delicate wrinkles across her sole. The cute toes curl and flex while her hand presses harder between her legs, the motion rhythmic and unhurried. She glances at her foot again, runs her thumb along the arch, and the corner of her mouth lifts in quiet satisfaction. Her breathing deepens. The lace straps shift across her skin as she shifts her hips forward, chasing the next slow pulse of pleasure.