Lacey wakes up really horny and wants to dress up in some cute and sexy lingerie to seduce her StepDad. She could already feel it: that familiar, insistent pulse between her legs, the kind of horny that started hours ago in her dreams and refused to be ignored now that she was awake. She pulls back the covers from her bed to reveal a white silk robe, barely clinging to her curves. She slides off the edge of the bed, bare feet touching the floor, and picks out a white lace crotchless bodystocking. She knows that her StepDad’s cock will be rock hard when he sees her large pink areolas and perky nipples through the sheer lace material. She gathers the delicate fabric in her hands like she is handling something sacred. Stepping into it, she pulls the sheer material slowly up her calves, over her knees, along her thighs. The lace clings to every curve, hugging her like a second skin. When she tugs it over her hips, the open crotch frames her pussy perfectly—pink, slick, and completely exposed. She lets out a tiny, needy whimper as the cool air kisses her wet folds. Her clit is already peeking out, begging for attention she refused to give it yet. She is soaked. She had been for hours. Next, she slips into her pink ruffly panties, sliding them up her thighs until the ruffles frame her ass perfectly. The contrast is filthy: delicate white lace outlining dripping pink flesh, then playful ruffles trying (and failing) to pretend that her intentions are innocent. She bends over the bed and wiggles her ass for the camera. She reaches for the babydoll next—sheer pink chiffon so fine it was practically mist. A scalloped lace hem that barely skims the tops of her thighs, and a lace neckline with a bow that frames her breasts like an offering. She slips it over her head, letting the gossamer fabric float down over her body. It catches on her hard nipples for a moment before settling, translucent enough that every detail of her body remains visible beneath. The combination is devastating: slutty yet sugary, like candy-coated sin. Then comes the tutu. White, ruffled, frilly layers of soft tulle that flare out from her waist, topped with a satin bow in front. She twirls around a couple of times for the camera, the ruffles of the tutu brushing teasingly against the tops of her thighs at first, and then exploding outward like flower petals. Last touch: the shoes. Bubblegum-pink platform heels, five inches of glossy patent leather and thin ankle straps with a dangling gold chain. She steps into them carefully, feeling the instant arch of her spine, the way her calves tighten, her ass lifts, and her tits push forward. The height makes her legs look endless, the sheer lace bodystocking shimmering all the way down to her pointed toes. Then she lays gently onto her bed, carefully spreading the ruffles of her tutu all around her, presenting herself as a sweet girly gift for her StepDaddy. She closes her eyes and starts fantasizing about her StepDaddy finding his little princess all dressed up and waiting for him to unwrap her layer by layer as his cock throbs with lustful desire. The screen fades to black on that single, perfect, obscene image: a trembling, over-dressed, under-covered girl in candy-pink and white, soaked and desperate and completely his.