Cozy

Rain drums on the roof. Inside, the house feels warm and close. Miela moves through that warmth wearing almost nothing. She doesn’t bother to cover up—there’s no reason to. Her skin is smooth, her curves full, her face soft and pretty. The camera watches as she sinks onto the couch, legs parted. Her fingers slide between her folds, slow at first, then firmer, circling the pink flesh she exposes. She shifts her hips, the heavy swell of her breasts swaying with each stroke. Every breath draws a little tighter, and she doesn’t look away. The pleasure builds in the quiet room, and she lets it show.