Lucie N.
Private party
Backstage with Lucie N. and Suzie Diamond
Backstage of Bodalicious babes
Bodalicious babes
Lucie steps off a plane from Prague with a few names in her pocket and a body that earns each one. Five-five, one-seventeen, natural double Ds that push against every shirt she owns. At 34-24-35 she already knows the tape measure lies flatter than she likes to be fucked. She keeps busy checking comments on her MySpace page, but her real satisfaction waits on set. When the director says cut, she stays exactly where she is—bent, bare, shaved pussy twitching. The moment something thick slides inside her she stops acting. Eyes half-lidded, mouth open, hips rolling slow and greedy until every inch disappears and she’s full enough to forget her name, whichever one it is right now.
Lucie steps off a plane from Prague with a few names in her pocket and a body that earns each one. Five-five, one-seventeen, natural double Ds that push against every shirt she owns. At 34-24-35 she already knows the tape measure lies flatter than she likes to be fucked. She keeps busy checking comments on her MySpace page, but her real satisfaction waits on set. When the director says cut, she stays exactly where she is—bent, bare, shaved pussy twitching. The moment something thick slides inside her she stops acting. Eyes half-lidded, mouth open, hips rolling slow and greedy until every inch disappears and she’s full enough to forget her name, whichever one it is right now.