In the soft dawn light of "women in shirt and tie", she wakes alone, silk sheets slipping from her curves. The camera lingers as her fingers trace lazy circles over warm skin, teasing nipples that harden under her own touch. "women in shirt and tie" captures every breathy sigh while she arches, spreading thighs wide for the lens. Slow, deliberate strokes glide between slick folds, building rhythm until her hips buck wildly. "women in shirt and tie" zooms in on glistening fingers plunging deep, her moans rising like music. She rides the edge, whispering the word "women in shirt and tie" again and again as pleasure coils tighter. Finally, she shatters—back bowing, toes curling, a breathless cry of "women in shirt and tie" echoing through the sunlit room. 248 words.