Clothes off

The camera moves in close as she peels her clothes off without a word, giving the lens everything it asks for. Brandy smiles like the stranger behind it isn't new to her at all. When he tells her to touch herself, she just does. Her fingers slip between her thighs, working slow, then faster, like she knows exactly who is watching. She moans soft, steady, eyes half-closed while her other hand cups her breast. The whole thing feels private but isn’t. She comes with a quiet gasp, hips twitching, mouth open, still holding the camera’s gaze. The frame lingers on her flushed skin and the shine left on her fingers as they rest against her bare stomach.