In the garden - 2.

A woman with black hair waits in black lace, heels still on. She spreads her legs, runs two fingers over the damp lace, and smiles when her toes flex inside those heels. Watching you watch her feet makes her wetter. She slips one shoe off, rubs the arch with slow strokes, then brings it to her mouth and traces her tongue across the sole while her free hand works beneath the lace. She arches, breathing faster, letting the heel of her bare foot graze the inside of her thigh. When her toes curl hard, she presses them toward you again, offering everything at once—wet fingers, wet lace, and the sole she wants you to remember.