Backstage with Tricia

I picked Tricia up before sunrise. We had a long drive to the shoot outside Budapest, just the two of us. The car was quiet at first. Then she started talking. I liked her voice already. She’s new—only her fifth scene—and I kept glancing over when the light hit her. Her breasts were bare beneath a thin tank top. Every little bump in the road made them move. Later I asked if she’d mind riding topless the rest of the way. She smiled and peeled it off. Her nipples tightened in the cool air. Smooth, full, pale. I asked about her pussy. She said it was tiny, untouched by the camera yet. I told her I wanted to see. She slid her jeans down to the tops of her thighs, panties catching on the wet crease. She left them there, playing with the soft, pink folds while I drove. When we reached the location she was already slick, thighs glistening, nipples stiff. The camera rolled soon after. She came fast, loud, legs shaking, my fingers and tongue buried in that sweet little slit. Looking at the stills now, her puffy cunt looks almost delicate. Hard to believe it took my cock the way it did. I hope you like what you see.