Lucy, the sultry correntina, dances alone, her eyes locked onto the camera. As the rhythm builds, so does her hunger. Her hands roam her curves, tracing the lines of her body. She bites her lip, her breath hitching as she slips a hand beneath her skirt. Her fingers find her wetness, stroking and teasing. She moans softly, her hips moving in time with her touch. Her other hand squeezes her breast, pinching her nipple through her top. She's lost in her pleasure, dancing and touching, just for me.