Lace tease in garden turns her wild at dusk

The evening party faded, but her pulse raced on, drawing her to the secluded garden in nothing but that sheer black lace dress. Under the golden dusk light, with the statue watching silently, she raises her hands high, fingers threading through her fiery red waves, the fabric pulling taut over her hardening nipples as a soft whimper escapes her plump lips. Standing tall by the fountain's gentle trickle, she sways her hips, the high slit flashing pale thigh, her body igniting from the cool air kissing her skin through the lace. One hand drifts down, tracing the pearl necklace to her cleavage, gasping as she teases the edge of her soaked panties, lost in the thrill of exposing her craving right there in the open night.