Backstage with Esmerelda

I spotted Esmerelda on another set. She was working solo that day. One look and I knew I wanted her body pressed against mine. Now here she is, already shedding her robe, nipples hard under the lights. I can smell her perfume. She steps closer, hips rolling with purpose. Her hand finds my cock through my pants and gives it a slow squeeze. The camera is rolling. I slide my fingers between her thighs and she’s already slick. I push two fingers inside her and she moans, head tipped back, mouth open. She drops to her knees, takes me in her mouth without a word. Warm, wet, hungry. She works me deep, saliva trailing down my shaft. I pull her up, spin her around, bend her over the bed. I sink into her from behind and she gasps, pushing back for more. Every thrust lands heavy. She clenches around me. I reach under her, rub her clit in tight circles until her legs shake. She comes hard, voice breaking. I don’t stop. I flip her onto her back, hold her knees wide, and drive deeper. Her breasts bounce with each stroke. Sweat glistens on her skin. She pulls me down, bites my shoulder when she comes again. I finish inside her with a low groan, pulsing deep. She smiles up at me, flushed and satisfied. The camera keeps rolling.