Your present

Your gift sits on the bed in white lace that barely counts as underwear. She stretches, legs open, letting you see every inch. One hand slips under the thin band and starts rubbing, slow circles right on her clit. A soft moan slips out. Her fingers get slick fast. She rocks her hips into her own hand, breath coming quicker now. Eyes half-closed, she bites her lip and smiles. Yeah, she knows you’re hard. The lace sticks to her skin, soaked through. She pushes two fingers inside, pulls them out, and shows you the shine. Then back in, deeper. Her free hand pinches a nipple through the bra, twisting until it stands stiff. She moves faster, fucking herself with quick thrusts while her thumb keeps grinding her swollen clit. Wet sounds fill the room. Her thighs tremble. She arches, mouth open, and comes hard—hips jerking, cunt pulsing around her fingers. When the shakes fade she pulls her hand free, sucks the taste off each finger, and gives you one last slow smile.