Little sweetheart

Dido stands there in nothing but a scrap of lace, blond hair tumbling over her shoulders. She slides her panties down slow, one hip tilting so the fabric catches on her thigh before it drops. Her pussy comes into view, shaved bare and already catching light. She sits back, spreads her thighs wider, and watches her own fingers sink between the smooth folds. Two fingers part her lips, and a third finds the slick spot that makes her breath catch. She works them in deep, then pulls them out, circling her clit with the wet tips before she pushes in again. Each stroke is measured, unhurried, exactly the way she wants it. Her hips tilt up to meet her hand. The soft sound of her slick flesh fills the quiet room as she presses harder, faster, until her thighs start to tremble and her free hand fists in the sheet.