Playmate Playback - Episode 4

She leans back on the velvet, thighs parted just enough to catch the light. The hem of her dress rides higher with every slow breath, revealing the lace stretched tight across her skin. Her fingers trace the line where fabric meets flesh, lingering, pressing, teasing the edge before slipping beneath. A moan slips out—soft, then sharper—as she circles her clit, hips lifting to meet her own hand. She watches herself in the mirror across the room, eyes half-lidded, lips parted. When she slides two fingers inside, her back arches, the dress slipping off one shoulder. She fucks herself with steady strokes, knuckles glistening, until her thighs start to shake. She doesn’t stop until the last tremor rolls through her, leaving her flushed and spent against the cushions.