Placing the vibe to one side, I lie back in the bed, stretching, cat-like, displaying myself. They want a show?
I´ll give them a show.
Raising my hips, I spread my legs open, my thighs extended wide, running my fingers over the satiny fabric of my crotch, the full length of my s*x.
The gossamer white silk is damp, and I am sure there must be a growing stain to be seen by any paying attention, which is all of them. A few foxy hairs escape the whiteness, red against my white skin.
Pulling the fabric to one side, giving them a better view, I trail lazy fingers through my red curls and allow them to wander down over my clit, to my p***y.
My fingers are wet, and I know that, in this glimmering candlelight, my p***y is glistening as I trail its contours. It feels tight and ready, quiverin
