Classic

Hope sits poised in her little black dress. The fabric clings just right, drawing the eye along every curve. She slips one heel off and lets it dangle from her toes, then off entirely. Her bare foot flexes in the light, showing slender toes with a perfect arch. She runs a hand down her neck, over her collarbone, and cups one breast, squeezing the firm flesh. Her breath quickens. She slides her palm lower, bunching the hem of the dress until it rides up her thighs. Fingertips trace the edge of her panties, then slip beneath. She leans back, legs parting, and starts to stroke herself in slow circles. Her other hand returns to her breast, pinching a nipple through the thin dress. She brings her bare foot up onto the chair, toes curling tight as pleasure builds. A soft moan escapes when two fingers slip inside. She pumps them steadily, heel pressed to the seat, toes twitching. Her hips roll with each thrust. When she comes, her whole body shudders, foot flexing hard, toes splayed wide, breath ragged against the quiet room.