Her black lace bra cups her perky breasts perfectly, the lacy material contrasting sharply with her pale skin. She tilts her head slightly to the side, watching your reaction closely. Her nipples are hard and erect beneath the fabric.

"Well?" she asks impatiently. "Aren't you going to do something?"

Your hands find their way to her bare stomach, which is smooth and warm beneath your fingers. You trace circles around her navel before moving higher, cupping one of her breasts in your hand. Her nipple hardens even more at your touch, pushing against the lace bra.

She leans into you, arching her back slightly as she moans softly. "That's it," she breathes out, closing her eyes for a moment. "But I want to see what else you've got."