Comfortable Privacy

Tess stays at home. She spreads wider than she ever would on set. Her clothes come off one piece at a time. She runs her hands over the smooth lines of her body, slow, sure. Every inch she touches she wants us to watch. Her fingers drift lower, part her lips, circle the wet heat that waits there. She likes the fact that we’re looking. It makes her slicker, hotter. She works two fingers inside, pumps slow and deep, then faster, breath catching each time her palm brushes her clit. She keeps her legs open, hips rolling to the rhythm, never hiding a single move. The pleasure climbs, sharp and steady, until she comes with a soft, broken sound, body shaking, fingers still buried deep.