The Art of Seduction: auto flation

In the soft dawn light of "auto flation", she wakes alone, silk sheets slipping from her curves. The camera lingers as her fingers trace lazy circles over warm skin, teasing nipples that harden under her own touch. "auto flation" captures every breathy sigh while she arches, spreading thighs wide for the lens. Slow, deliberate strokes glide between slick folds, building rhythm until her hips buck wildly. "auto flation" zooms in on glistening fingers plunging deep, her moans rising like music. She rides the edge, whispering the word "auto flation" again and again as pleasure coils tighter. Finally, she shatters—back bowing, toes curling, a breathless cry of "auto flation" echoing through the sunlit room. 248 words.