Buttwoman, Scene #01

Tianna moves like a hunter, camcorder steady, its red light flickering as she trails behind Trixie’s pumping legs. The redhead’s ass flexes with each stride—round, taut, hypnotic. When Trixie finally glances over her shoulder and smiles, everything changes. She stops, turns, and the chase becomes a dance. At Trixie’s apartment the tape keeps rolling. They take turns behind the lens, zooming on parted lips and glistening skin. Tianna drops to her knees, tongue darting between Trixie’s cheeks, tasting salt and heat. Fingers follow—slick, insistent—working the tight ring until it yields. Trixie moans, grabs the camera, and returns the favor: saliva cools on Tianna’s shorter hair as the blonde’s own hole opens under steady pressure. A thick, veined toy disappears between Trixie’s legs, inch by glistening inch. Oil pours next, cascading over breasts that bounce heavy and full, the round undersides catching the light. Tianna’s palm slaps softly, then harder; each strike leaves a pink bloom. The camera catches it all—nipples stiff, oil running in rivulets down her flat stomach. Trixie isn’t gentle when the lens is on her. She presses a smooth dildo deep into Tianna, watching her new lover’s thighs quiver. Then come the beads: one by one they tug past the blonde’s clutching muscle, each pop drawing a sharper cry. When the last sphere slides free, Tianna’s whole body arches, the camera jerking in Trixie’s hand as climax rips through her. Sweat, oil, the faint whir of the camcorder—perfect evidence of a day neither of them plans to forget.