Breakfast becomes a whole different occasion when Sophia Smith takes her seat at the little wooden table, golden blonde hair tumbling over her shoulders as she leans back in a leather chair in nothing but a floral pink bra, matching briefs and sheer nude stockings. There is milk and cereal within reach and a mischievous glint in her eye, the kind that says she knows exactly how good she looks perched there, her slender, toned legs crossed and the lace tops of her hose peeking from beneath the cotton trim of her panties.

Sophia tilts her head back and teases the spoon between her glossed lips, tongue catching a stray drop in a close study of pure, playful appetite. When she returns to the chair she perches with one leg tucked under, her creamy, dewy thighs lit by the soft kitchen daylight, the floral bra still barely covering her pert bust as she slips on a cream stiletto and pulls her knees up to her chest. By the last pose she is leaning against the table, her shapely legs stretched long in sheer nylon, every line of her a reminder that the first meal of the day is well worth savouring.