Silk sheets rumpled under her. Indoor glow from diffused lamps hits every curve dirtier in this private glow — makes skin slick, shadows deep on those full tits. Blonde hair tousled, she squeezes her breasts together, thumbs circling nipples through embroidered bra. Fabric sheer enough to trace every ridge. Lips part — breath catches. One frame, hands cup from below, lifting heavy flesh like an offering. Next, she's stretched out, elbows propping her up, chest thrust forward. Eyes half-lidded, mouth slack in that building ache. Fingers dig in deeper — a pinch, a twist. Body tenses, back bowing off the bed. Slow reveal builds tension. No rush.
