Cam Show With BV

Bella Vendetta and I ran a camshow in New York one night, and the legend of PizzaParty took root. The lens caught her body from every angle as I traced down her hip and pushed her thighs apart. She tasted hot and impatient; her hips rolled like they had their own countdown. I slid two fingers inside her, held them steady while she clamped around me, breath turning ragged. When she finally slipped off the bed, she dropped her mouth over me, eager and neat. Steel rings inside her—labia, nipples, all of it—caught the light. She arched hard, braced on her palms, and I fucked into her until my knuckles brushed velvet-wet. “Not finished yet,” she warned, reaching back to smack my thigh. Another slice of pizza arrived between takes, pepperoni glistening. We ate with her still folded over the mattress, my cock tucked lazily between her buttocks, tasting cheese and salt on skin warmed by the set lights.