Melissa Delancey plays with her hairy holes

Curious viewers settled in as the undressing of Melissa Delancey commenced – a video guaranteed to fulfill their naughtiest imaginings.

Melissa, a slim blonde bombshell, sat cross-legged on a chair in her dimly lit boudoir. Her shoulder-length locks framed her delicate face as she gazed at them with sultry bedroom eyes, her pink, volleys lips curled into a smile of promise.

She began slowly, sensually, running her slender fingers through her honey colored tresses. Her nails, painted a provocative crimson, tugged gently at the strands as she twirled them around her index fingers. Lock by silky lock she released from the clip securing them, letting her waves tumble down her back. She arched her neck and shook her head from side to side, making her mane sway teasingly.

Melissa’s other hand slid up her thigh, outlining her curves through the sheer polyester of her babydoll nightie. The flimsy garment barely covered her rising breasts and left little to the imagination. Her hands resumed their seductive dance over her body as she leaned back, resting her arms on the chair’s armrests.

Her fingers crept under the nightie’s hem. They brushed slowly across her stomach, drawing an imaginary line towards her sex. Then just as the tip of a finger reached her hairless mound, she halted. Anticipation hung heavily in the air as Melissa’s smile widened, enjoying the torturous lengthening of desire.

She straightened up and slipped off the nightie, revealing her pert breasts to tantalizing effect. They were cupped by a lacy crimson bra, matching her nails and panties – a perfect ensemble. Sitting back, Melissa ran her hands over her chest, teasing her cleavage. With provocative ease, she reached behind to unhook the bra straps. They loosened, giving her breasts further freedom through the lace. She slid it down to her elbows, pinning her arms behind her.

Her girls were round and flawless, topped with pierced niblets that jutted out proudly. She freed one at a time, their mounds bouncing and settling as they came into view. Melissa sighed at the exposure, her body’s cravings starting to win over her calculated seduction pace.

Her hands skimmed over them, feeling the swell and the weight. She tweaked and rolled the piercings between her fingers, sending shocks of sensation that made her toes curl. She breathed in deeply, letting the building heat radiate through her. Pinching her nipples, they began to strain even tighter as blood rushed to prepare them.

When they glistened with arousal, she released them, watching how they quickly plumped back into place. Her hands resumed their teasing exploration over soft skin that became more flushed beneath her touch. Continuing down, they hitched on the waistband of her panties. She wiggled her hips, peeling the scrap of lace down centimeter by centimeter. Her bare bush soon peeked out, fluffy blonde curls that mirrored her hair.

She peeled the panties off slowly, running her fingers through the thatch. Removing them from one leg, then the other, Melissa threw them carelessly away with a giggle. Completely nude, she leaned back, hands caressing her freshly unveiled nudity.

Her legs fell open, displaying her hairless pussy lips. She rubbed her mound, giving a little moan as her brain fried the information of skin on unclothed skin. Her slick arousal was becoming impossible to ignore.

A lone finger found her slit down below, gliding through her juices. Following that movement, her thighs parted even further, enticing a visit to her intimate secrets. Her finger grazed over her bud, making it swell at the first point of contact. Pursuing that sensation, she pressed harder, feeling her own reflection there.

Electric tingles raced from her sex up her spine and back, radiating from her finger like a multiplier effect. She enclosed herself by putting her other hand atop her mound, forming a cone of wet, heat. Her finger rubbed faster, the stimulations that were gathering force with each swirl and press.

Gradually she parted her folds, sliding into silky wetness, first one then two fingers. They pumped slowly at first before settling into a steady rhythm. Breaths came faster as her fingers mimicked taking, each push bringing her closer to bliss. Her thumb rubbed quick motions over her clit as her other hand clutched at her breast, tugging. She writhes now, working her holes fast, balls of tension building in her core.

With each thrusting finger penetration, she arches towards her stroking hand, chasing the high, chasing her release. Nostrils flare, breath coming huffing pants that’s timed with her internal workings. Molten intensity builds to bursting at her bud then settling to smoldering readiness, making her thirst for more by each denied conclusion.

Her chest heaves with passionate gasps and contented sighs as she works her anatomy, sounds only interrupted by her licking of lips. She flushes from the musky scent of hard arousal and the eroticia of her sensual solo act.

Then she cries out as the first waves of release crash through her, undulating from crown of her head to her curled toes. Her fingers continue their pumping until the aftershocks shudder out. She withdraws, slick fingers glistening, and brings them to her lips, licking and suckling from the taste of herself.

Performing for the end audience of one, Melissa smiles knowingly, a temptress teasing, as her lithe body mists with sheen in the afterglow. The video ends with her blowing a kiss to the voyeur.