Rustle of fabric against skin. Hinges creak as the door hangs half-open, coats brushing her shoulder while she bends low, bikini strings slipping down tan thighs. Ass cheeks peek, then full exposure — fingers pull the crotch aside, revealing plump pussy lips right there in the dim hallway light. No rush, just slow reveal, her stance wide enough to show every fold. Switches suits later, turquoise one-piece hugging her midsection, hands on hips by the bathroom mirror, cleavage deep and inviting. Back arched slight, belly soft and real, she poses like it's all for the hidden lens. Breath catches — eyes half-lidded, lips parted in that knowing smirk.
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