Princess in pink

She draws your eye as the hem creeps higher on her thigh. Her fingertips trace slow lines up and down that smooth skin, parting her knees a little more each time. Another inch and the skirt no longer hides anything. Nothing underneath. The pink of her cunt comes into view, already slick. Her fingers linger there, dipping, teasing, the faintest quiver running through her legs. One hand drifts higher, cupping her breast, thumb brushing the tight nipple that crowns it. She gasps, a tiny, honest sound, and her hips tilt forward on instinct. The skirt is bunched at her waist now, the only thing she wears. Two fingers press inside her heat, slide out, slide deeper. She watches you watching her. Her breathing changes. The pace quickens. Wet sounds rise as her hips meet each thrust. She fucks her own fingers, hard now, thighs trembling, gaze locked on yours while her cunt takes what she gives it.