ENJOYING THE SUMMER

Sara didn’t hide a thing this summer. She touched herself on the balcony in broad daylight while the crew watched, lenses steady but throats tight. She stroked slow then harder, hips rolling, legs slipping wider, each breath sharper than the last. Light slid over her skin like warm silk as she moved. Her focus narrowed. Her brow tightened. When the tension finally snapped, it did so softly, a little gasp caught between her teeth and a slow roll through her hips. The rest of her stayed loose, open. Anyone flipping through these frames in the dead of winter will feel the sun on her skin again, sweet, heavy, impossible to ignore.