In the dim light of her boudoir, she spreads out her ill-gotten gains, a rainbow of colors and textures. She selects a pair, black lace, delicate, and slips them on. They're damp immediately, her pussy juices soaking the fabric. She closes her eyes, her fingers finding their way, stroking her clit, pushing into her wetness. She's a whirlwind of sensation, her body tensing, her breath coming in gasps. She's close, so close, her body arching as she cries out, her orgasm ripping through her, leaving her panting, satisfied, but already craving more.