Naked as she came

She still wears the lingerie when the camera finds her, but the lace never lasts long. Eufrat’s hands move with purpose, pulling each strap aside until nothing stands between skin and light. Once free of it, she stretches out on the bed like she owns every inch. Fingers trace slow circles over her breasts, then slide lower. She parts her thighs and her fingertips find the heat waiting there. Each stroke pulls a soft sound from her throat, and her hips answer with a lazy roll. Blonde hair spills across the pillow as she works herself open, chasing the ache that builds with every pass. She moves faster when the tension coils tight, biting her lip to keep it in, then letting it spill anyway. The room fills with the sound of wet skin and quiet breath until she breaks, shaking hard, thighs trembling around her own hand.