Interview with Michelle

She settles in front of the camera like a girl who already knows what the lens sees. Platinum hair, sun-warmed skin, and a body that curves exactly where it should. The questions come gently at first. She laughs, crosses her legs, lets the silk of her robe slide just enough to tease. Minutes later the robe is gone. Michelle runs her hands over her own thighs, parts them slowly, and lets two fingers trace the soft, pink center she’s been hinting at since she sat down. Her breathing changes. The teasing turns deliberate. She spreads wider, works her clit with lazy circles, then slips two fingers inside and pumps them deep. The room fills with wet, rhythmic sounds and the soft, needy sounds that fall from her mouth. Every stroke shows how practiced she is at giving herself exactly what she wants. When she comes, it’s quiet but thorough, thighs trembling, nipples tight. She stays spread for the camera a moment longer, glistening fingers resting against her still-throbbing clit, the ghost of a smile on her lips.