Playmates! - Episode 21

Ashley Doris stands in the center of the frame, hips cocked, skin lit soft gold against black silk sheets. Her breasts ride high, nipples tight from the cool air or from being watched. She drags two fingers between her legs, parts herself, and lets the camera see the wet shine already there. She slips one finger in, then two, wrist flexing slow. Her lips part. A low sound escapes—half sigh, half dare. She pulls the fingers out, glistening, and traces a line up her stomach, circles one nipple, then brings them to her mouth and sucks them clean. Her eyes never leave the lens. She grins, wicked and sweet, rolls onto her stomach, and pushes her ass up. Her back arches. She reaches back, spreads herself, giving everything. She slides two fingers inside again, deeper this time, hips rocking to meet her own hand. Her thighs tremble. She breathes faster, soft gasps filling the quiet room. She comes once, clenching hard around her fingers, then again, slower, letting it wash through her. When it’s over she stays there, cheek to the pillow, breathing deep, skin flushed, lips curved in lazy satisfaction. She looks back over her shoulder, eyes half-lidded, and smiles like she knows exactly what you’ll do with the memory.