The Secret World of slow thrust

Golden hour lights her naked silhouette against the sky in “slow thrust.” Leaning on the railing, wind teasing her hair and nipples, she touches herself without shame. City sounds fade beneath her quickening breaths. “slow thrust” zooms in as her fingers plunge deep, thighs shaking while the sun sinks lower. She times her climax perfectly with the last ray of light, body glowing, utterly unapologetic in her pleasure.