Playboy Centerfolds - Episode 8

She moved onto the bed with the slow certainty of a woman who knew exactly what she was doing. The gold lamé dress clung to every curve before sliding off her shoulders, pooling at her waist. Her nipples tightened as the air hit them. She let the fabric drop further, revealing the neat strip of hair between her legs. One knee bent, the other leg stretched out, showing the soft inner thigh where the skin grew pale. Her hand found its way between them, fingers parting her lips with deliberate patience. The wetness gathered quickly. She slipped one finger inside, then another, the slow push and pull making her breath hitch. Her hips lifted to meet each stroke. She turned onto her side, one leg drawn up, giving the lens an unobstructed view. Her fingers glistened now. She rubbed her clit in tight circles, the tension building across her stomach in visible waves. A low sound escaped her throat. She didn’t rush. Every movement counted.