Backstage with Adriana Russo

Sun hit the windshield as we headed out. Zuzu rode shotgun and the city slipped past in clean lines. We were meeting Adriana Russo. I'd never liked fake tits before her, but something about the way she moved, the way her chest sat on her small frame, changed everything. By the time we turned onto her street my cock was already hard. She opened the door in a silk robe that hung open at the front, nipples stiff from the cool air. No small talk. The camera came up, she let the robe drop, and we started shooting. Every step, every angle, every wet sound was caught. Her tits bounced with a weight that felt real even though they weren't, and I kept the lens low so you could watch them sway when she climbed onto the bed. Zuzu stayed close, handing me lenses, touching Adriana's thigh now and then to adjust a position. When Adriana spread her legs the light caught the shine on her cunt and I held the shot there, finger on record, letting the frame breathe. Later she sucked me on her knees, saliva running down her chin, fake tits pressed together by her own hands so they looked even rounder. We fucked in three positions and Zuzu caught every thrust from a low angle. Adriana came first, thighs shaking, then pulled off so I could finish on her chest. The room smelled like sweat and perfume. I hit stop and lowered the camera. Zuzu smiled. Another good afternoon in the books.