Marie is in Sardinia, in the private garden of her house, stretched out on a wooden bench under the heavy summer sun. A book rests in her hands, but the heat slowly dissolves her focus, pulling her deeper into her own thoughts.Her mind begins to wander.She thinks about all the men she has had, all the experiences, the bodies, the pleasure — and the idea of a new summer filled with desire excites her. New encounters, new sensations, new moments where she can lose control.As the fantasy builds, she feels it clearly — her vagina getting wetter, her body opening, responding to every thought. The heat is no longer just around her, it’s inside her.Then something shifts.She becomes aware of being watched.From above, an unseen gaze resting on her body. Instead of stopping, she embraces it. Marie has always been drawn to being seen, to exposing her pleasure, to letting others witness her desire.Slowly, deliberately, she moves.She opens her legs, revealing her figa bagnata, her body no longer hiding anything. Her hand slides down, touching her vagina bagnata, feeling the warmth, the softness, the arousal that has taken over her completely.Her fingers rise to her clitoride, already sensitive, already alive.She begins to touch herself slowly, sensually — not just for her own pleasure, but for the gaze she feels on her. Every movement becomes an invitation, every gesture a silent performance.Her breathing deepens.Her body tightens.The rhythm intensifies as she keeps stimulating her clitoride, lost in the growing pleasure.Until the orgasm rises.Strong. Inevitable.Her body opens completely, tension releasing as the sensation moves through her in deep, powerful waves. For a moment, everything dissolves into pure feeling — the sun, the garden, the gaze, her body.Then stillness.Marie remains there, warm, satisfied, aware that she has been watched… and that she wanted it.

MARIE

MARIE — ORGASM IN ROMEMarie is in Rome, alone in her hotel room, on the night before flying to Sardinia. Tomorrow she will be naked in nature — photographed and filmed while she masturbates outdoors, free among wild landscapes and crystal-clear water. She loves being nude outside, walking naked through nature, bathing in open water, feeling her body completely exposed, alive, and desired by sun, air, and elements.Even the thought makes her wet.Reclining on the bed, she drifts into the vision of what awaits her: her naked body entering transparent water, light dissolving over her skin, the quiet thrill of being alone and fully open to sensation. Anticipation spreads through her pelvis — she feels her pussy growing wetter, softer, opening with arousal. The need deepens quickly, undeniable. She has to touch herself. She needs a real orgasm before to go to bed.She undresses slowly, savoring the awareness of her own nakedness.She goes to toilet, emptying her body, preparing herself for pleasure.When she returns to the bed, she lies back and lets her legs fall open.Her fingers slide into her wet pussy, gliding through slick heat, then rising to circle and stroke her swollen clitoris with unhurried, knowing pressure. She masturbates with growing immersion, following the pulse of her breath, the warmth between her thighs, the swelling ache building inside her core.The orgasm gathers.Her body tightens and lengthens at once.Her beautiful feet stretch, toes curling in sensual tension.Then pleasure breaks through her — deep, wet, and powerful — pulsing from her clitoris through her pelvis and abdomen in slow, expanding waves. Her back arches, her muscles tremble, and she rides the orgasm fully, intensely, until the last contraction softens into warmth.Afterward, she melts into the sheets, satisfied, emptied, and serene.Marie closes her eyes and drifts into set dreams, already dreaming of Sardinia — of naked skin in crystal water, of nature, of freedom, of the next inevitable swell of desire.

MARIE