Playboy Au Naturel - Episode 7

She stands barefoot on the stone terrace, nothing between her skin and the open air but a single gold chain around her waist. Her breasts rise and fall with each breath, the nipples stiff from the breeze. The camera lingers. It moves down slowly over the curve of her hips, the slight parting of her thighs, the hint of glistening already forming between them. She turns. The valley between her buttocks catches the light as she walks toward the pool, her ass swaying with an unhurried rhythm. Every step reveals more: the neat line of her sex, the way her inner lips peek out when she shifts her weight. She lowers herself onto the edge of the pool, spreads her legs, and lets her fingers trail across her own slickness. The water ripples around her calves. She slides two fingers inside herself, slow at first, then deeper, her thumb circling her clit. Her mouth opens, breath catching. She tilts her hips forward, chasing the feeling. The frame catches the exact moment her pussy grips her own fingers, wetness coating them, dripping down. She moans softly, legs shaking, the water lapping at the heat between her thighs as she comes, the muscles in her belly tightening, her toes curling against the stone.