Playboy Splash - Episode 6

She steps from the surf like she owns the tide. Water runs down the narrow of her back, beads between the cheeks of her ass, trickles off the soft crease where thigh meets hip. Her skin glistens with salt. Her nipples, tight from the cold, push against nothing but light and air. She turns slowly, offering the full view, and the line of her spine curves just enough to make the swell of her hips shift and catch the sun. Her cunt is bare and smooth, lips parted by the stretch of her stance, a faint shine of seawater still clinging there. She runs one hand up her belly, palm flat, letting it rest just beneath her breast, thumb grazing the underside with lazy pressure. No pretense. No coyness. She knows what she’s showing and she lets it linger. Every wet inch of her says the same thing: look, touch, fuck, stay.