Model gone bad

Sindy was a fashion model once—runways, flashbulbs, silk and attitude. Now she strips for the camera because she wants to fuck, simple as that. The moment the lights hit her pale skin she peels the lace lingerie down her hips, small breasts bouncing free, and spreads herself on the studio bed without a shred of shame. One hand slides between her legs, fingers slick as she works her clit in slow circles, and her eyes stay locked on the lens while her breath turns sharp. The brunette camerawoman edges closer, breathing just as fast, her own lingerie pushed aside so she can match the rhythm. Sindy moans, rolls onto her knees, and keeps touching, hips rocking into her hand like she’s already got someone inside her. She grins through it, the bad girl who used to smile on magazine covers, ready to get filthier if anyone asks.