Late-night street tease with a dark-haired vixen

Dark hair tumbling over her shoulders as she presses back against the metal pole, one hand working under her shorts while the other grips the fence tight. Eyes half-lidded, breath shallow, she bites her lower lip until it glistens under the streetlights. Fabric clings to her skin as she grinds slow circles against the cool metal, thighs trembling. A quiet moan escapes before she pulls her hand free, fingers glistening wet, and licks them clean with a slow drag of her tongue. Every movement deliberate, every sound swallowed by the hum of the city.