Anne peels off her jeans and lace, grinning as the last stitch drops

Anne hooks her thumbs into her blue jeans and drags the denim down, glancing back over her shoulder with a smirk while a black thong stretches across her round ass. She spins around, unclasps the matching lace bra and lets her heavy bare tits fall loose, that grin never leaving her face. The thong gets pulled aside, then stepped out of, and she stands completely naked, hairy pussy and soft belly out in the open. One hand settles on her hip, her legs ease apart, and she lets out a low, pleased laugh at being looked at.