The Secret Beauty of nude by the window

In the soft glow of dawn, nude by the window begins with her silk robe slipping from creamy shoulders. She traces lazy circles over her nipples until they peak beneath the fabric, whispering “nude by the window” like a secret mantra. The camera lingers as she parts her thighs, fingers sliding through slick folds while moaning the word “nude by the window” again and again. Every slow thrust of her fingers matches the rhythm of her breathy “nude by the window… nude by the window…”, building until her back arches and she comes with a trembling cry of pure “nude by the window”.