
Amanda Booth slips the silk robe off her shoulders. Her breasts sit high and full, nipples tight from the sudden air. She turns slowly for the camera, giving a clear view of her round ass, the cleft between her cheeks deep and smooth. The photographer calls for more. She bends at the waist, palms flat on the floor, legs straight, and spreads her stance a few inches. Her pussy opens slightly, inner lips glistening, a faint sheen catching the light. She holds the pose, breathing steady, then slides two fingers down between her thighs and parts herself wider, exposing the pink inside. The shutter clicks. She straightens, turns to face forward again, and draws her fingers through the wetness, rubbing slow circles over her clit before bringing them to her mouth and sucking them clean. Her eyes stay on the lens the whole time.
Amanda Booth slips the silk robe off her shoulders. Her breasts sit high and full, nipples tight from the sudden air. She turns slowly for the camera, giving a clear view of her round ass, the cleft between her cheeks deep and smooth. The photographer calls for more. She bends at the waist, palms flat on the floor, legs straight, and spreads her stance a few inches. Her pussy opens slightly, inner lips glistening, a faint sheen catching the light. She holds the pose, breathing steady, then slides two fingers down between her thighs and parts herself wider, exposing the pink inside. The shutter clicks. She straightens, turns to face forward again, and draws her fingers through the wetness, rubbing slow circles over her clit before bringing them to her mouth and sucking them clean. Her eyes stay on the lens the whole time.