Iwia's white sundress billows in the breeze, hinting at the curves beneath. She retreats indoors, the sun's heat replaced by her own. Slipping a hand beneath her dress, she strokes her wet folds, her breath quickening. The dress, once pristine, becomes a barrier she eagerly removes, leaving her naked and exposed. She fingers herself, her moans echoing through the room, until she reaches her climax, her body convulsing with pleasure.