Playboy Centerfolds - Episode 15

Her tongue drags slow across the wet seam between her thighs. She tastes like salt and heat and that certain flavor a woman gets when she knows someone is watching. The camera moves in tight. A close-up of fingers holding herself open, the pink inside showing for just a second before the next lick covers it again. She moans low, barely a sound, more vibration than voice. Her hips roll up into her own mouth. She keeps going, steady, precise, like she has done this before. Her free hand grips the sheet. The silk slips between her knuckles. One knee bends. Her toes curl. She keeps licking. The movement gets faster, then slower again, teasing herself. Her breath catches. The sound of it fills the room. She presses two fingers inside and keeps her tongue on the swollen spot above them. Her back arches. She makes a small, broken noise that turns into something deeper. Sweat gathers between her breasts. The sheets stick to her spine. She does not stop. She comes with her mouth open, eyes shut, hand still moving between her legs. The camera stays on her face as the tremors run through her. She stays like that. Breathing. Fingers resting now, slick and still. She opens her eyes and looks straight at the lens. A small, private smile. The light is low and golden. Her skin glows. She closes her eyes again and rests her hand on her stomach, satisfied, spent, utterly present.