Locked Out
10 January 2019
Beth Morgan stands on the front step of a grand wooden double door, one hand on the brass handle as if she has just discovered she left her keys inside. It is hard to feel too sorry for her when she looks this good: a white cut-out bodysuit plunges dangerously low between her ample breasts, paired with tiny black Nike Pro shorts and black-and-pink trainers that show off her long, deeply tanned legs. Her golden curls tumble over one shoulder, and those bright, mischievous eyes are already working the camera, lips parted in a knowing grin. She leans against the heavy oak panels, arching her back just enough for the bodysuit to strain across her chest, then clasps her hands together, pushing her breasts into a cleavage so deep it threatens to derail the entire shoot before it has begun. Locked Out has never looked so inviting.
Beth peels the bodysuit down to her waist, baring her full, sun-kissed breasts against the warm grain of the door, the peach-coloured villa wall and a trailing potted vine softening the frame. She toys with the fabric, letting it hang from one hip, her flat stomach and tiny waist catching every drop of light. By the final images she has stepped out of every stitch, standing completely nude save for her trainers, the white bodysuit dangling from one hand as she leans casually against the doorframe with a look that is equal parts challenge and invitation. Her bronzed skin glows against the rustic wood, every toned line of her body on display, and the whole scene feels like a happy accident you were lucky enough to witness.
