Angel

Queenie steps into the room with curly blonde hair falling past her shoulders. Her body is round and perfect, the kind you want to run your hands over twice. She slips out of her lingerie slowly, letting the fabric slide off skin that’s already warm. No stage lights now, just her and the camera. She lies back on the bed, spreads her legs, and slides a glass dildo into herself. She moves it deep, then pulls it out, again and again, eyes half-closed, mouth open. Every thrust gets wetter. The sound is soft and steady, the kind that fills the quiet room.