Incitar

The semi-dark corridor is immersed in shadow, the only ray of light comes through the slightly ajar door. A lone figure stands in the gloom — a 20-year-old woman with blonde hair, her silhouette tense with anticipation. She leans against the wall with her back 1.3 , slightly spreading her legs , pressing one hand to her mouth to stop breathing. His other hand slides slowly, carefully between her thighs, fingers glistening in the faint light. Her black panties are pulled down to her calves, the fabric is tight against her skin. The large T-shirt she's wearing is lifted just enough to expose the curve of her stomach. Her breath catches in her throat, a soft sigh. Shadows envelop her trembling body as she balances between guilt and desperate, painful pleasure.