One more Anita

Anita Pearl stands alone in soft light. Her lean body moves with quiet control as she slips out of her clothes. Skin bare, nipples tight, she takes her time. Fingers trace the curve of her breasts, then slide down between her thighs. She touches herself with steady rhythm, eyes half-closed, breath quickening. Every motion feels deliberate, unhurried. She knows exactly how she looks and how much you want to watch.