(mh=VXQlJrPBuPs5xyHq)9.jpg)
She thought she was alone, but the lens was watching, recording her intimate dance. Her hips sway gently to a silent rhythm, fingers tracing the curve of her body, pausing at the hem of her shirt. She lifts it, baring her stomach, her fingers playing with the waistband of her jeans. She unbuttons them, slowly, teasingly, sliding them down to reveal her matching lingerie. Her hands roam, cupping her breasts, sliding down her stomach, pausing at the apex of her thighs. She bites her lip, her eyes closed, lost in her own world, unaware of the eyes watching her every move.