Pin-up

Sandy stands in panther print, trench coat thrown open, red lips parted, blonde waves catching light. The garterbelt bites into bare flesh, stockings whisper against her thighs. She leans back against the set wall, one hand slipping beneath the coat, fingers moving slow at first, then quicker. Her breath grows ragged. She spreads her thighs wider, coat sliding off one shoulder, bare skin meeting cool air. Every stroke drags a soft sound from her throat. The coat falls to the floor. Sandy stays exactly where she is, legs open, hand working between them, gaze locked on the lens as her hips begin to rock.