Ruth for you

Ruth steps out of the bathroom with her black hair still damp. She gives herself a slow look in the mirror, runs her hand down her waist, then lower. No clothes now, just skin and heat. She sits on the edge of the bed, spreads her legs, and lets her fingers find the spot that’s already slick. She knows exactly how to touch herself. Circles at first, then firm presses. Her breath catches. Her hips rock with her hand. She watches herself, like she wants you to watch too. Nothing shy about it. Every stroke is for the camera and for her own building need.