Teen beauty

Claudia stands there in her thin lingerie, young and fair, legs smooth and long. She lets you look. A hand moves down to her thigh, stroking slowly. The other slips between her legs. Her fingers press in, move in small circles. She keeps her gaze low, breath short. She lies back, lifts one foot toward the camera, toes flexing, the sole pale. She rubs herself harder, silk already wet. Her legs part wider. The foot stays up. She touches herself in quick strokes, hips rocking. A small sound escapes her mouth. She stays like that, bare except for the lace, offering everything.