Uncovered - Episode 2

Ana Foxxx moves like warm light over silk. She slips her dress off one shoulder at a time, fabric sighing to the floor, and stands bare in the spill of afternoon sun. Her skin is deep, smooth, tight across small breasts and the taut plane of her stomach. Nipples already stiff, dark as espresso. She drags a hand slowly from her collarbone down between them, fingertips brushing her navel before she opens her thighs a fraction. There, the smooth fold of her sex glistens, slick along the seam. She parts her outer lips with two fingers, showing the pink inside, the wet glint of arousal. A slow circle around her clit, then lower, dipping one finger into her cunt, drawing out a thread of clear fluid that stretches and snaps. She brings the finger to her mouth, sucks it clean, eyes half-lidded. A half-turn, ass lifted, round cheeks flexing as she spreads them. The darker pucker of her anus flexes once, then again, involuntary. She presses the pad of her thumb against it, rubs, then slides the thumb down to her pussy and sinks two fingers inside, knuckles glistening. The motion makes a soft, wet sound, rhythmic, unhurried. She rocks her hips back against her own hand, ass cheeks parting wider each time, until the view is nothing but slick cunt and the tight star above it, both offered without apology.