Kittie's secret

Kittie stands in soft light. She wears nothing but pale blue lace. The fabric clings to her skin like it knows what comes next. She slides a finger beneath the waistband, gives a slow tug, and her panties slip into the damp heat between her thighs. The lace disappears inch by inch, swallowed by her own hunger. She bites her lip, eyes half-closed, breathing faster with every pull. When the crotch is gone she leaves the thin elastic bands stretched across her hips, the rest buried inside her. Her pussy holds it tight. A quiet gasp escapes her, and her free hand cups one small breast, thumb brushing the nipple until it tightens. Satisfied, she reaches for the nightstand. The toy waits, smooth and thick. She brings it to her mouth first, wets it, then lowers it between her legs. One steady push and the dildo sinks deep, nudging the hidden lace farther inside her. Kittie starts to move. Slow at first, hips rolling, then harder, chasing the friction. The wet sound of her cunt fills the quiet room. She fucks herself with purpose, eyes locked on the mirror across the bed, watching every thrust like it belongs to someone else. Her thighs tremble. The lace twists deeper. She comes with a sharp cry, back arched, fingers gripping the sheets, pussy clenching around both toy and fabric until the aftershocks fade and she lies still, flushed and breathing hard.