Satin

Satin traces her finger along the crease of her panties. The satin clings to her, sheer enough to show the shape beneath. She slips them aside. Her pussy is already slick, lips flushed. Two fingers press in, slow and steady, the wet sound soft and obscene. She watches herself in the mirror. Legs spread. Eyes half-lidded. She rubs her clit with a lazy thumb while her fingers curl inside. Her hips lift. She moans once, low. Her body tightens around her hand, breath catching as she comes, shoulders trembling.