Lesbian Triangles #24

She sank to her knees with her weight resting on her heels, hands braced flat on the carpet behind her. Her breasts rode higher, nipples tightened into tight buds that darkened from her exposure. I fitted the front clasps on her corset together, one by one, each click tightening the boning until her waist narrowed to a sharp inward curve. Her hips flared above the tops of her thigh-highs, naked and trembling. I reached between her spread thighs and worked the ribbon of her thong between her inner lips. She gasped when the silk slipped farther in, pressing against the top of her clit. The thin garment pulled higher, splitting her cunt and sinking between her cheeks. The skin there darkened, swollen from the pressure. I drew the silk tighter until the seam rubbed the underside of her clit. She arched, a soft sound catching in her throat. The tension in the ribbon made the slick flesh part wider around it. Small drops of moisture gathered along the edge, catching on the silk, and spread with each shallow pull.