Grinding My Covered Pussy in a Black Bodysuit on the Couch

She's lying on her side, that curvy body of hers stretching out in a black bodysuit that hugs every inch. Her long, dark hair spills over her shoulder, pink streaks flashing as she moves. You can see the swell of her hips, the roundness of her belly, all smooth and inviting.

Her hand is right where you wish yours was, pressed against the fabric over her pussy. She's rubbing slow, circular motions, fingers digging in just enough to make you ache. You can almost feel it through the screen, that gentle pressure, the friction building. Her breathing is steady, but you can sense the tension in her body, the way she shifts slightly as she strokes herself.

She's picking up speed now, fingers moving back and forth with more intensity. You can see the fabric straining over her mound, and you just know how wet she must be underneath. She's pausing now, resting her hand flat against her hip before she starts again. The anticipation is killing you, will she take it further?