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Minnie moves through the room with effortless grace, the emerald green lace lingerie clinging to her like it was grown from her own skin. The delicate fabric hugs every curve - sheer enough to hint at the soft pink beneath, yet strong enough to frame her full breasts and the gentle flare of her hips. She doesn't pose or perform; she simply exists in it, completely at ease, barefoot steps silent on the hardwood as she drifts closer. A playful glint sparks in her eyes. She lifts one hand and rakes her fingers through her thick blonde waves, tousling them until strands fall messily across her flushed cheeks and over the swell of her cleavage. Her other hand slides down her stomach, palm pressing flat against the lace-covered mound between her thighs. She starts rubbing slow, deliberate circles over her pussy through the thin material - the friction making the fabric darken slightly where her arousal soaks through. A soft, breathy sigh escapes her parted lips as her hips tilt forward into her own touch. Without breaking eye contact, she reaches behind her back and unhooks the bra with practiced ease. The green lace slips down her arms, freeing her breasts round, heavy, nipples already pebbled into tight peaks from the cool air and her growing heat. She lets the bra drop to the floor, forgotten, and cups her tits briefly, thumbs brushing over the sensitive tips until she shivers visibly. Minnie closes the last few steps to you, her smile turning downright wicked. She takes your hand and guides you down onto the wide couch, then climbs onto your lap facing you, knees straddling your hips. Her blonde hair curtains around your faces as she leans in close, lips hovering just above yours without quite touching. Her fingers hook into the sides of the tiny matching thong. She lifts her hips just enough to drag the lace down over the curve of her ass, peeling it slowly away from her slick, shaved pussy. The fabric sticks for a second where she's wettest, then slides free. She kicks it off one ankle, leaving herself completely bare now - skin warm, flushed, pussy lips swollen and glistening in the soft light. Minnie grinds down against you once, letting you feel how soaked she is through your clothes, then reaches between her thighs. Two fingers part her folds, spreading herself open right in front of you so you can see every detail - the slick shine coating her entrance, her clit throbbing visibly under the hood. She dips one finger inside herself, then brings it back up to circle her clit in tight, slippery strokes while her other hand grips your shoulder for balance. "Fuck, I've been wet since I put this set on," she murmurs, voice low and husky, breath hot against your ear. "Thinking about you watching me... touching myself like this." She rocks her hips in a slow, teasing rhythm, fingers plunging deeper now - two, then three stretching herself with wet, obscene sounds that fill the quiet room. Her breasts brush against your chest with every movement, nipples dragging over fabric as she rides her own hand. Blonde strands stick to her damp neck and collarbone; her cheeks are pink, eyes half-lidded with raw need. Minnie leans back slightly, giving you the full view - legs spread wide across your lap, fingers fucking in and out, thumb grinding hard on her clit. Her free hand slides up to squeeze one breast, pinching the nipple until she gasps. "Touch me," she whispers, voice trembling on the edge. "Or just keep staring while I come all over your lap... your choice, baby." Her pace quickens, hips bucking, moans turning louder and less controlled as she chases release right there on top of you.