Panties...

Hadjara slides a finger under the silk. She likes the way the fabric hugs her. The thin strip rides up between her lips, and the friction sends a quick shock through her belly. She does it again, slower this time, pulling the lace higher until it presses right where she’s already wet. Her breath catches. A little grin appears. She pulls harder, stretching the cloth across her clit, making it dig in. Heat blooms there, and she lets it build. One hand stays busy on the fabric while the other reaches for the small silicone balls. She pops them in one after another, feeling the smooth weight settle deep. Then she grabs the dildo. Its tip slides in easily, pushing the balls tighter against the lace still wedged against her. She rocks her hips, fucking herself in short, greedy strokes. The panties stay on, rubbing every thrust. Her fingers pinch the waistband, twisting it tighter, milking the last sparks from the simple piece of cloth she never meant to share with anyone else.