Sandy's erotic striptease

Sandy’s in her sluttiest lingerie and every inch of it—lace, satin, the tight grip of her stockings, the lift from those platform heels—has her dripping. She peels it off like she’s unwrapping her own body, slow at first then faster, greedy for the sight of her own full, round tits, flat stomach, and that tight ass bouncing free. She watches herself in the mirror, fingers sliding over bare skin, getting wetter with every piece that hits the floor.