New girl

Claudia steps into frame, still figuring out where to put her hands. Her body knows better. Soft blonde waves fall over bare shoulders, framing the lace that barely covers her. She tugs at the hem of her bra like she might change her mind, then lets the silk slip down her arms instead. The camera catches the moment she stops worrying about it. Her fingertips brush the inside of her thigh, testing the warmth there. She presses harder, finds the damp spot at the center of her panties, and gives in to the slow circle that makes her breath hitch. Light catches the sheen on her skin as she arches, legs spreading wider across the sheets. She slips one hand beneath the fabric, then pushes the lace aside so nothing is hidden. Her fingers move with more certainty now, finding the rhythm that makes her thighs tremble. The bed creaks beneath her hips. A quiet sound escapes her throat—small, surprised—as the first wave hits. She keeps going, chasing what comes next, cheeks flushed and lips parted like she’s already forgotten anyone might be watching.