Playboy Muses - Episode 8

Her thighs part like a secret. The camera drinks in the slow reveal of slick, glistening skin between them. She traces two fingers along the tender seam of her cunt, spreading herself wider so the lens can catch everything. Her clit stands swollen and pink. She circles it lazily at first, then presses harder when the heat starts to climb up her belly. Her breathing shifts. The tiny muscles in her inner thighs twitch as she rocks against her own hand, fucking herself with small, deliberate rolls of her hips. She sinks two fingers inside, curls them upward, finds the soft ridged spot that makes her exhale sharp through her teeth. Her free hand moves to her breast, pinching the nipple until it stands tight and aching. She keeps her gaze on the lens, mouth parted, and lets the wet sound of her fingers working fill the quiet. The pace picks up. She grinds down harder, chasing the tightening knot low in her belly. When it finally snaps she arches clean off the sheets, thighs trembling around her wrist, a low moan breaking loose as her cunt pulses in long, rhythmic squeezes around her fingers. She doesn't look away until the last aftershock fades.