cam: italian slut masturbates in shower, drolls and licks the wall
The hot, steamy water cascaded down her voluptuous body as she stood under the showerhead, lost in the throes of self-pleasure. Her name was Isabella, an Italian milf with insatiable desires and a penchant for exhibitionism. She could feel the eyes of countless voyeurs watching her, their gazes intensifying her arousal.
Isabella began to moan softly, her fingers eagerly exploring the folds of her slick, wet pussy. The sensation of her soft skin gliding against each other was electrifying, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. She arched her back, savoring the feeling of the water pounding against her toned ass and full, bouncy tits.
“Ohhhh, Dio mio,” she gasped, her voice echoing off the tiled walls of the steamy bathroom. “This feels so good. I can’t wait to feel your hard cock inside me, fill me up hasta bursting!”
Isabella continued to play with her clit, rubbing faster and harder until she thought she might explode. Her eyes fluttered closed, lost in the sensation of her own fingers bringing her closer and closer to the edge.
Suddenly, a mischievous thought entered her mind. She leaned forward, pressing her luscious lips against the cool tile of the shower wall. She began to lick and drool against the ceramic, leaving glistening trails of saliva behind. The depravity of the act sent shockwaves of excitement through her.
“Why is it so hot to see you drool all over the shower wall, Signor?” Isabella asked, looking directly into the camera, her eyes blazing with lust. “Do you like watching me act like a filthy slut? I bet you’d love to be in here with me, wouldn’t you?”
She turned around slowly, giving a perfect view of her thick, juicy ass, which jiggled slightly from her movements. She reached back and spread her cheeks, revealing the puckered hole of her anus, which winked invitingly at the audience.
“You can see everything, can’t you?” Isabella whispered huskily. “My tight little asshole, aching to be stretched around your fat cock. There’s nothing I wouldn’t let you do to me, I’m your dirty puttana.”
Her debauched words only served to heighten her arousal, and she turned back to the camera, a wicked grin on her face. She dropped to her knees, spreading her legs wide so that everyone could see her dripping cunny, swollen and engorged with desire.
“Look how wet I am. Look at my dirty cunt, wanting to be fucked hard and deep. I want to feel you pounding into me, slamming against my cervix until I scream. AHHH!” She thrust two fingers deep inside herself, imagining the thickness of a cock filling her up.
Isabella continued to frig her greedy hole, her movements growing more and more frantic as she edged closer to climax. The combination of self-pleasure and the knowledge that she was the center of attention, the focus of countless lustful stares, pushed her over the precipice.
Her orgasm ripped through her like a tidal wave, making her shake and shiver with the intensity of it. “FUUUCK!” she screamed, arching her back and grinding her hips against her hand ruthlessly, chasing every last bit of pleasure until she collapsed against the shower wall, spent and satisfied.
As the aftershocks subsided, Isabella opened her eyes, her chest heaving with exertion. She smiled ruefully at the camera, giving a dainty wave. “Grazie, signori. I do hope I was able to satisfy you. Sometime I’ll like to meet you all in person, so you can feel me for yourselves.”
With that, she shut the water off, leaving the camera to zoom in on her lush, naked body as she stepped out of the shower, the slight sheen of wetness making her skin gleam. She grabbed a towel and began to dry off, patting her skin gently, all the while maintaining that filthy little grin, as if she could feel the lustful gazes of her virtual audience still raking over her Forms as you all imagined bending her over, defiling every inch of her, claiming your dirty puttana for your own.
And then, she was gone, a vision of naked Italian sex to haunt your dreams forevermore.
