Plump Tits And A Wet Cunt

Title: “A Filthy F פעmshow: Plump Tits and a Wet Cunt”

In the sultry, dimly lit room, a lady named Cassie sat on her mattress, poised and prepared. The digicam was positioned, the lights have been set good, and he or she was carrying her favourite lingerie set that emphasised each one in all her property. She adjusted the black lace bra, ensuring her ample breasts have been correctly displayed, then smoothed down her black silk gown. Beneath it, sheer black stockings hugged her lengthy, shapely legs, related by a lacy garter belt.

Cassie took a deep breath, reciting her mantra to herself: “This is going to be a good night. I’ll make lots of money and turn on my adoring fans.” She was new to the world of grownup webcams, however she had a sense this was going to be a extremely worthwhile and satisfying profession transfer.

Just then, the primary notification popped up: “Your F פעmShow has started!” Cassie smiled seductively on the digicam. “Hello, boys,” she purred, imagining her viewers sitting behind their screens, palming their rising erections. “Did you miss me?”

She slowly stood up and walked over to her cluttered dresser, giving the digicam an ideal view of her shapely ass peeking out from beneath the seductive gown. She eliminated a pair of stiletto heels from the highest drawer, slipped them on, and walked again to the digicam.

Cassie slowly untied the belt, letting the gown fall open. She circled, displaying off her lacy thong that hardly lined her plump ass. She bent over, giving the viewers an attractive view down her deep cleavage. “You like what you see?” she requested, innocence washing over her voice.

She plopped again down on the mattress and slipped a hand into her gown to caress one in all her heavy breasts. The lace of the bra scratched in opposition to her delicate nipple as she seemed immediately into the digicam with a depraved smile. “Did you know this bra is whisper-thin?” She reached behind her again and unhooked the bra, flinging it apart.

Cassie sat up and flung off her gown. She cupped her naked tits, squeezing them collectively because the digicam zoomed in. “I really need a new bra,” she mentioned, nibbling her plump backside lip. “Do you want to buy me a new pair? I could be your dirty little lingerie model.”

Ping! A notification appeared on display screen: “Bra Guy has tipped $50! Thanks, Bra Guy!” Cassie winked and blew him a kiss. $50 down, $450 to go.

She sashayed over to her closet and pulled out a small blue vibrator. “I’ve been saving this for a special occasion, and I think tonight is it!” Orgasms for $500, anybody?

Cassie crawled again on the mattress and unfold her legs, the tiny thong stretched between them. “Have you ever seen a cunt this wet?” she requested, voice low and needy. She rubbed her fingers over the damp material, feeling herself getting extra aroused by the minute.

Ping! “Thong Girl has tipped $100! Thanks, Thong Girl!” Wow, Cassie thought, a completionist! Decked out in a thong only for me.

She slowly peeled the thong down her legs and tossed it apart. Her pink pussy lips glistened with arousal. She ran a finger alongside her slit, then caught it in her mouth and gave it an extended suck. “Delicious,” she mentioned.

She flipped over and propped a pillow beneath her hips, giving the digicam an ideal view of her plump ass and moist pussy. She unfold her legs large as she reached again and unfold her cheeks, exposing her tight little gap. With a moan, she slipped the vibrator into her dripping moist cunt.

Her pussy clenched across the vibrator as she moved it out and in. “Fuck, you made me so wet,” Cassie mentioned breathlessly. With her different hand, she reached again to rub her tiny, puckered asshole.

Ping! Ping! “Eyes on Tits has tipped $100! Ass Man wants the deluxe package…” Cassie laughed, each palms flying to her most delicate bits.

After fucking herself for a number of minutes, Cassie eliminated the vibrator with a moist slurp and caught it in her mouth. She reveled in watching the cum drip down her tits as she lapped on the toy.

Cassie slid away from bed, sauntered over to a mirror, and admired her cum-drenched physique in satisfaction. “Together, you and I made $550 for this dirty little show. Thanks for the cocktails… and for making my cunt all wet and messy.”

She waved flirtatiously to the digicam, then winked. The finish. One job effectively performed.