Red lace garter frames my needy bush as I tease

I finally got home after that endless date, my body aching with need I couldn't satisfy there. Slipping into my favorite red lace bra and garter belt, the choker hugging my neck like a promise of submission, I stand before the mirror in thighhighs, bottomless and exposed. My fingers trace the lace trim, but it's my bush peeking through the straps that makes me gasp—dark curls begging for attention I give myself right now. I pose, hips swaying slowly, feeling owned by this urge as wetness starts to drip. The soft moan escapes my lips when I spread my thighs just enough, the garter pulling taut against my skin, heightening every needy pulse down there. This is me, raw and ready, teasing until I can't hold back anymore.