Hands grip those full tits hard. Dress pulls down. Nipples stiffen under the squeeze. She lies back on the bed, legs splayed, fabric bunching at her waist. Bedroom walls lined with dark curtains and old paintings frame her curves. Brunette locks eyes with the lens, breath quick. Bust spills free completely. Fingers knead nonstop. Room lit soft through sheer drapes and plants outside. She owns every touch.