Playboy Centerfolds - Episode 17

She settled onto the bed like she belonged there. Silk slid off her shoulders and pooled at her hips, leaving nothing between her and the lens. Her breasts lifted with each breath, nipples tightening under the cool air. One knee bent, the other stretched long, opening her thighs just enough to show the neat strip of hair above smooth skin. She held the stare—unblinking, unashamed—as her fingers traced the inner curve of one breast, down her belly, and lower. When they reached the damp seam between her legs she paused, parted the lips with two fingertips, and let the camera watch her touch herself. The shutter clicked. She smiled, slow and filthy, and pressed a little deeper.