A Perfect Morning

Sun hits the water and bounces back like it knows exactly what it's doing. Liz Valery peels off her clothes right there in front of it, every inch of her body soaking up the light. She drops down without a second thought, legs open, fingers already working between them. No show for the camera, no pause for the noise. Just her and that warm, steady rhythm she sets on her clit. Black hair sticks to her neck, hips rolling slow then faster, chasing the kind of high that makes her forget she's outside at all. She keeps going until her breath stutters and her thighs twitch, completely lost in the pleasure that the morning sun walked in on.