Black nightie

She wears a black nightie so sheer you can count every inch of skin beneath it. Blonde hair spills across her shoulders while she watches the camera with those teasing eyes. "How do you like my black nightie?" she asks, voice low and confident. "I bet if we'd go to bed together you wouldn't have a sweet dream... rather a hard-on :) Would you like to take a try?" She slides one hand between her thighs and starts rubbing herself, fabric bunching under her palm. Slow circles grow firmer. Her breath quickens, thighs tense, and the lace edges ride up with each movement. The nightie barely covers anything now, clinging to her in all the right places while she strokes herself harder, chasing that perfect rhythm. Every stroke pulls a soft moan from her lips. She keeps talking dirty between gasps, eyes locked on the lens like she's daring you to imagine exactly what she'd do next if you climbed into her bed.