A Beautiful Ebony With A Wide Hip.

Ebony kicked off her shoes, her dark skin catching the faint glow as she peeled off her clothes, piece by piece, until she stood bare. The camera on her desk blinked red, recording every move. She smirked—this was for her, not anyone else. She stepped in front of the lens, her curves bold and unapologetic, and dropped into a slow squat. Her thighs flexed, powerful and deliberate, as she rose and dipped again, each motion a quiet rebellion against the world outside. The room was silent except for her steady breaths and the soft hum of the camera. She didn’t care who might see it later; this was her stage, her rules. After a few more squats, she straightened up, tossed her braids back, and switched off the camera. The night was still young, and she felt alive.