Road Queen #31

They recorded this on November 7th, 2014. Back when her body had all the appeal of a barely legal invitation. Sarah knelt on her blue cushion, thighs parted exactly the way she had been taught. Heat pulsed between her legs as the older man entered. She recognized the scent of his cologne the moment the door clicked shut. He walked behind her, and her breath caught when his hands skimmed over her bare skin. One hand cupped a small breast; the other slid down her stomach until his palm met the soft mound of her sex. Two fingers slipped between her folds and parted her, exposing the slick, pink heat of her cunt to the room. Her clit swelled at the sudden exposure. She stayed still the way she had been trained, a plush tremor working through her hips. The stud registered every detail and snapped the camera three times. The toy appeared next, pink and curved, its head glistening already. He placed it at her entrance and held it there. Sarah’s knees shifted wider of their own accord. When he pushed, the toy met resistance and the young opening took it inch by inch until it sat flush inside her. The lip of the toy pressed against her clit; every little movement promised stimulation. She bit her bottom lip, stopping herself from arching or moaning too early. He set the vibrators speed on the lowest setting and lingered behind her. Her lips parted. The pleasure built slowly, sharp, steady. Each tiny breath came sharper than the last as he started taking picture after picture.