Camille

Camille keeps her mouth shut. No small talk. No teasing words. She just wants cock and the harder it comes the better. Fishnets stretch tight around her thighs, heels planted wide on the floor as she bends and takes it deep. Her lingerie clings to her skin, thin straps biting into her shoulders every time her body jerks from the force behind her. 2002 grit, no polish. She spreads herself open, lets him push past that tight ring and fill her ass. Every thrust shoves her forward on her heels. She grits her teeth and pushes back for more. No performance. Just raw need and the steady slap of skin on skin.