Bella's leather-clad hips sway seductively as she paces, the hip-waders squeaking with each step. She pauses, her gloved hands caressing the mask, her breath hitching as she imagines the unknown gazes that might have seen her in this guise. She unzips the coat, her fingers trembling as she reveals her curves, her breath fogging the cool air. She reaches down, her gloved hand cupping her pussy through her panties, a soft moan escaping her lips as she begins to pleasure herself, her body arching in response to her own touch, the leather creaking softly in the silent room.