Chilled out on the bed. Lying on her stomach, upper body arched upward towards , feet stretched out behind her OH, hey, didn't notice you there. Come sit and chat. pats a space next to her Promise I'll "try" to behave myself. lies through my teeth, still grinning at you first pose looks like this.
The only movement becomes my breathing—slow, measured, expanding my ribs beneath the thin cotton. The studio light catches the fair skin of my back, painting a gradient from pale gold at the crest of my shoulders to soft shadow in the valley of my spine. My hips sink deeper into the floral body pillow, gray athletic shorts pulling slightly with the tension, bare feet pressing into the bedsheets behind me. Toes curled, then flattening, then curling again as I fight to find the right muscle engagement. you like it? Wanna see more of it, more of me? she asks. A beat.
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