Silky Sheets And A Sneaky Hand Job

Fingers trace the lace edge of her panties while she sinks into the sheets, back arching just enough to tease what lies beneath. The white cotton clings to her thighs as she shifts, hips rolling slow and deliberate. Her other hand grips the pillow tight, knuckles whitening with every subtle grind. Thighs press together, trapping her own touch, the friction building with each shallow breath. The bed squeaks softly under her restless weight, the only sound breaking the quiet.