Playmate Anthology - Episode 6

She keeps the door cracked open just enough. Light cuts across the bed and stops at her hip. She stands there with her robe hanging loose, one breast fully out, the nipple already tight from the cooler air. The other breast stays half-hidden, the weight of it pressing the silk aside each time she breathes. She moves in lazy steps, slow enough that the robe slides farther off her shoulders and catches at the crook of her elbows. Every step makes the fabric whisper against bare skin. When she stops at the foot of the bed, the robe gives up completely and drops to the floor. She steps out of it without looking down. Her hands rest on the mattress as she leans forward, and the position pushes her ass out, the round cheeks parting just enough to show a glimpse of smooth, pink skin between them. She looks back over her shoulder, lips parted, eyes half-lidded. The message is clear: come take what you want.