First-timer

Linda knows exactly how she wants to be seen. Her hips catch the light as she begins to move, slow at first, then slower still, making every inch count. She peels the clothes away piece by piece, letting them slip down her arms, her hips, her thighs, until nothing is left but smooth, bare skin. She touches herself with sure hands, never rushing, drawing out each stroke until the tension in her body builds and breaks. Blonde hair falls across her shoulders as her fingers work between her legs, slick and certain, her breath growing heavier with every pass. She stretches out, legs open, offering every motion to the lens without a word. Nothing hurried. Nothing hidden. Just Linda, letting herself be watched.