Playboy Centerfolds - Episode 10

She lies on her side, one knee drawn up so the lens can take its time. Light skims over her hips, lingers on the swell of her breast, then drops lower, catching the delicate shine between her thighs. Her fingers trace the inside of that raised thigh, slow, as if she’s testing how much the camera will allow. A breath. Then her hand slides further, parting the smooth folds until the pink inside shows, glistening. She watches the lens with half-closed eyes, mouth slightly open, letting two fingers sink in deep. Her hips lift in a slow roll, meeting the steady thrust of her hand. She pulls them free, wet, and brings them to her mouth, tasting herself before returning to the same slow rhythm, deeper now, each stroke met with a soft sound that slips past her lips. Her free hand finds her nipple, rolling it, tugging. The motion grows steadier, quicker, until her back arches and her thighs tense around her wrist. She finishes with her fingers still inside, clenching around them, breath short, skin flushed, the moment held in the lens like something she wanted to be seen.