The Life Erotic - Episode 3

The camera opens on a bare room, white walls and pale morning light. She walks in wearing nothing but a pair of sheer black stockings. Her skin looks warm against the cool air. She stops at the edge of the bed, glances over one shoulder, then climbs on all fours. The stockings stretch tight over her thighs each time she moves her knees farther apart. She presses her breasts to the sheet and lifts her hips, so the curve of her ass is offered up in full. One hand reaches back between her legs. She parts her folds with two fingers, slow and deliberate, letting the lens see how wet she already is. The slick sound of her fingers moving is soft, steady, unhurried. She moans once, low in her throat, then turns onto her back. Her knees fall open. She keeps two fingers inside and uses the heel of her hand to grind against her clit in small, tight circles. Her breathing changes. Her free hand cups her own breast, pinching the nipple until it hardens. The camera moves closer. You can see every detail: the shine on her fingers, the way her stomach tightens when she pushes in deeper, the quick pulse of her inner muscles. She bites her lower lip, eyes half-closed, and lets out a longer, broken sound when she comes. Her thighs tremble, but she keeps stroking until the last small aftershocks pass. Only then does she let her hand fall away, leaving herself spread open and glistening.