Interview with Nikky Thorne

Nikky Thorne sits before the camera, golden hair falling loose over bare shoulders. She answers the questions slowly, legs crossed, then uncrosses them. The interview drifts. Her hand slips between her thighs and she begins to touch herself, breath catching each time her fingers move deeper. She tells them how she likes it—hard, steady, right there—while her hips lift off the chair. The camera stays close, catching every wet sound, every shiver that runs through her. Nikky keeps talking until the words break apart, until she is nothing but quiet gasps and trembling thighs.