Solo Masturbation- dripping, moaning, squirting, and cumming hard- Queen Zena

The Sensual Siren of Solitude
By Pervy Penman

Ah, the alliterative allure of a voluptuous vixen, a queen of carnal excess, engaging in the exquisite ecstasy of solo stimulation – allow me to regale you with the tale of Queen Zena and her lascivious solo sessions captured on film. This BBW goddess, with her generous curves, is a vision of punkish izzardly allure, her voluptuous form adorned with tattoos and piercings that only enhance her naughty persona. She’s a true chubby chaser’s dream come to life, a bulging body of enticing ebony, just begging to be fondled and explored in the throes of her solitary sexual escapades.

Zena begins her sultry spectacle adorned in skimpy black lingerie, a lacy number that accentuates her ample assets, from her bountiful bust to her hippy hips, every plump peak and valley begging for intimate attention. Her enunciated waist is snugly cinched with a garter belt that suspends down to sheer black thigh-high stockings, completing the ensemble of her impish seduction.

Perched on the edge of an extravagant armchair, Zena’s impact on the room is electric, a whirring tension that rises with every torturous torture of her body. Her fingers, tipped in jet black lacquer, sensually caress the flesh of her cleavage as she sinks into the plush cushion, her leather-gloved hands slowly parting the silky fabric to bare her pert peaks.

Dainty golden rings glisten from each rosy pink nipple, their circular form a stark contrast to the prominent silver bars that adorn her labret and nostril, aligning her facial piercings with those of her budded breasts. Zena’s fingers pluck at the delicate ornaments, tugging and tweaking, her plump lips parting with velvety sighs of pleasure as each pull sends shockwaves to her core.

As the song of her moans crescendos, Zena’s hand wanders lower, dipping into the vee of her panties, stroking through the slick folds of her weeping cunny. Her glistening fingers emerge, gathering the lubricity, and then feeling far too constricted, she ripples the lacy fabric over her full, firm thighs, baring the ripe flesh to the eager air.

Now nude save for her lingerie, Zena’s hand returns to her soaked sex, two fingers stroking through her honeypot, circling her stiff clit as she arches her back in hedonistic ecstasy. Her other hand grasps her breast, plumping the flesh, nails dragging along to tweak her sensitive nipple, as she cries out in erotic ascent.

The showstopper materializes in the form of a dildo, huge and veiny, a black silicone cock that,M switched as she unsheathes it from its lace underskirt. Zena holds the oversized toy at the base, fully extending it, burgering her lips around its thick tip as she sucks and swirls her tongue around its ridge. She pumps the shaft venerating the dildo as if it were Zena’s own penis, every inch of it glistening with her wicked saliva.

Her eyes are hooded in hooded arousal, framed by thick-framed glasses housing desires, Zena finally brings the veiny vee to her dripping vulva. She circles the tip over her swollen clit, teasing the sensitive bud with lavish licks of lubricity before slowly, sensually plunging in, inch by inch, until only the hilt remains apparent.

Then she starts to thrust, fucking her quivering quim with the hardcore cock, each plunge sending her hips undulating, her breasts bouncing as she loses herself in raw rutting. The wet sounds of squelching satisfaction fill the room as she impales herself on the imposing object, while her moans rise in makeup, breaking glasses as she cums in climax in clinging crusading cries.

But Zena’s meteoric milleting just gets messier. She reclines fully on the armchair, spreading her legs wide, knees bent, the dildo impaling her at a downward angle, as she begins to thump it in, gyrating her hips to pound it deeper than ever before.

Her hand reaches forward, massaging her clit as she slams the cock into her cervix-cedding chimney, her pussy starting to quake and clench around the invading implement. Then, Zena erupts, squirting a sticky stream of syrupy satisfaction, clear drops raining down to splatter and stain the luxurious leather of the armchair.

Queen Zena’s quim has unleashed a torrent of turpitude that’s true to its handle, “Dripping, Moaning, Squirting, and Cumming Hard”. Through it all, she has catered to her curvaceous contours with a confident caress, a deviant dedication to each dip and peak one should have nothing less than the luxuries her body so richly deserves.

After the last lustful spurt subsides, Zena reclines back on the chair, a picture of ecstatic exhaustion, her post-orgasmic countenance serene yet sparkling with smug satisfaction, the consummate courtesan dismounting after a well-done display of debauchery. Her hefty hips, normally such an attractor of male gaze, are as they should be, featured in the starring role as she comes down from her sexual high on a coat of her own making.

Now there’s a queen who knows how to please her subjects – herself. And if there are any mortals lucky enough to witness such a royal romp, they would be left in little doubt as to the massive magical might of this mistress on show, as she reveals a solo show quite sublime, a sultry spectacle where a scrumptious strumpet such as Queen Zena decides she deserves no less than the royally potent rapture of the most magnificent of orgasms, and hey, why shouldn’t she?