Nicol
Rocco: Animal Trainer #17, Scene #02
Katrin moves through the studio like she owns more than just the room. White light slides across her collarbones, the curve of her tits pressing full and heavy beneath sheer fabric. She stops in front of the lens, lets the robe slip from one shoulder, then the other. Bare now. Skin warm under studio bulbs. Nipples tightening in the cool air. Her stomach flexes when she leans in, one knee cocked on the stool so her cunt opens just enough to show the slick line between her lips. She dips two fingers down, drags them slow through the wet, then brings them to her mouth. Tongue out. A long, obscene lick. Spit trails down her chin. She smiles at the camera, lazy, wicked, then turns and bends, ass offered up, cheeks spread by her own hands. Her asshole winks dark and tight. She pushes two fingers inside herself without teasing, wrist pumping steady while she moans low in her throat. Wet sounds fill the room. She doesn’t rush. She wants every shot to catch the way her cunt grips down, how her thighs shake when she fucks herself deeper. When she comes she doesn’t close her eyes. She keeps them on the lens, mouth slack, spit on her lower lip, fingers still buried to the knuckles.
Katrin moves through the studio like she owns more than just the room. White light slides across her collarbones, the curve of her tits pressing full and heavy beneath sheer fabric. She stops in front of the lens, lets the robe slip from one shoulder, then the other. Bare now. Skin warm under studio bulbs. Nipples tightening in the cool air. Her stomach flexes when she leans in, one knee cocked on the stool so her cunt opens just enough to show the slick line between her lips. She dips two fingers down, drags them slow through the wet, then brings them to her mouth. Tongue out. A long, obscene lick. Spit trails down her chin. She smiles at the camera, lazy, wicked, then turns and bends, ass offered up, cheeks spread by her own hands. Her asshole winks dark and tight. She pushes two fingers inside herself without teasing, wrist pumping steady while she moans low in her throat. Wet sounds fill the room. She doesn’t rush. She wants every shot to catch the way her cunt grips down, how her thighs shake when she fucks herself deeper. When she comes she doesn’t close her eyes. She keeps them on the lens, mouth slack, spit on her lower lip, fingers still buried to the knuckles.