White stockings stay on, everything else goes

Stockings pulled up over the knee, she eases out of a scrap of lingerie in front of a fixed camera, then kneels on a bed heaped with white and lets her hands wander lower. A toy comes into play partway through. Small movements carry it: a shift of weight, one strap slipped down, a glance at her own reflection in the lens.

Everything about the room is soft, from the pale papered wall to the flat daylight, and that softness gives her masturbation an oddly private feel. Nothing is dressed up for effect. Petite, brunette, entirely at ease being looked at.