Rose Pathra Woodland Strip
Morning light streams through the trees shielding Rose Pathra. She stretches across a bench, fashioned from a fallen tree, slim hands gliding down over her bare legs to heels. As the warm sun plays upon her lithe body Rose bares her sweet breasts, nipples engorged in the encroaching summer heat. Down to her panties Rose slips them down over her ass as she bends, her sweet slit beginning to part with desire.