Playful feline

Abbie Cat locks eyes with the camera like a cat with cream. She's already half-undressed, black lace bra and matching panties the only things between her skin and the room. The blonde highlights in her hair catch the light as she sinks onto the bed, one knee bent, one foot still on the floor. She runs a fingertip down her stomach, slow enough to leave goosebumps, then slips that same hand under the lace. Her mouth opens, just a breath, when she finds the spot she wants. Two fingers move in small, tight circles. The lace darkens where she's wet. She rocks her hips once, twice, eyes half-lidded, and the soft sound that leaves her throat is half purr, half moan.