Playmate Profiles - Episode 2

Kylie Johnson steps out into the snow. Naked. Her nipples stiffen in the cold air, standing dark and tight against the pale of her skin. The breeze works its way down her belly, lifts the fine hairs at the tops of her thighs. She walks forward without hurry, letting the wind touch her wherever it wants. The slope glitters under her feet. She moves slow, each step deliberate. Snow packs under her soles, wet and cold, but she does not flinch. The wind slips between her legs, brushes the lips of her cunt, already faintly swollen from the chill. She opens them just enough for the cold to reach her properly. She stops at the crest. Breathes. Her breath shows white. Her body is sleek from the oil she rubbed on earlier, catching whatever light manages to break through the overcast. Her pubic hair is trimmed close, but not gone; the snow catches on it in tiny flakes. She turns slightly, giving the mountain a profile view, the line of her spine, the cleft of her ass, the back of her thighs shining with melted snow. She laughs once, low, the sound quick and lost. Then she pushes off. Her bare feet find purchase in the powder. The slope takes her. Cold air rushes over her breasts, between her thighs, sliding over the wet folds of her cunt and the tight ring of muscle behind. She keeps her balance, lets the mountain do what it wants. She does not cover herself. She does not look back.