Sexy stockings

She stands at the edge of the bed. Black stockings climb her thighs and disappear beneath the lace hem of her thong. Blonde hair spills over one shoulder, catching the light. Her hand slides down her belly and presses between her legs, rubbing the thin silk until the fabric darkens with heat. She sits on the sheets, leans back on one arm, and lifts a foot. The nylon gleams as she points her toes, flexing and stretching the sheer material. Two fingers slip inside the crotch of the thong and glide through slick folds. Her breath catches. She circles her clit, slow at first, then faster, watching the way the stockings catch on her skin when her thighs part wider. The room fills with the soft, wet sound of her fingers working, punctuated by the faint rustle of nylon as she rolls her hips.