Playboy Centerfolds - Episode 5

Eliza slips the silk from her shoulders. It whispers down her body and pools at her feet. She stands bare except for the gold at her throat, skin warm under the low lights. She climbs onto the bed like she owns it. Knees part, hips settle back on her heels. The camera catches the curve of her spine, the soft give of her breasts as she leans forward. Her nipples tighten in the cool air. Fingers trace the inside of her thigh, slow, deliberate. She drags them higher until they reach the slick heat between her legs. A soft sound escapes her throat. She presses two fingers against her clit and circles once, twice, then pushes deeper. Her hips roll to meet the motion. She turns, presenting the camera with the full swell of her ass. One hand spreads herself open. The pink folds glisten. She sinks two fingers inside, knuckles glistening as she fucks herself in a steady rhythm. Her breath hitches. Her other hand reaches back, gripping her cheek, holding herself wider. She flips onto her back. Legs fall open. She works faster now, fingers plunging and withdrawing, thumb rubbing tight circles over her swollen clit. Her stomach tightens. Her thighs tremble. The wet sound of her cunt fills the quiet room. She comes with a sharp cry, back arching off the mattress, fingers buried deep. Her pussy pulses around them, squeezing, fluttering. She stays like that for a moment, chest heaving, skin flushed, then slowly draws her fingers free and brings them to her lips.