ExxxtraSmall – Petite and Tight Hottie Fucked In The Dark

ExxxtraSmall’s “Petite and Tight Hottie Fucked In The Dark” is a tantalizing hardcore video that übercharges your screen with uninhibited passion and raw, bodily indulgence. This gem, stars Petite Pamela Morrison – a svelte brunette with an eye-catching tattoo and an appetite for sin. And star she does, in her trailer-trash attire that leaves little to the imagination.

The introductory scene plays out in the dark shadows of an abandoned caravan – an unlikely paradise, wonderfully isolated from the mundanity of everyday life. Pamela decomposition is mind-blowing; the unhinged swell of her high, tight tits promise untold wonders as they jostle and sway with her every step. Her glossy, drop-dead-sexy skin is slipped tight into a ridiculously skimpy mini skirt and a ripped, white tank top that barely covers her ravishing nipples.

Russian producer Denis Sht pawns his impressive instincts; we see Pamela sauntering into frame, a potent cocktail of allure and attitude that looks like it was crafted in a lab. The deep, breathy quality of her voice adds an unctuous quality to the scene as she casually strips bare. Pamela is a petite spitfire, brilliantly dressed for depravity in studded, platform-heel boots and a g-string so scanty it leaves half her ass hanging out. She is a walking, pre-fucked fantasy made real.

The scene lacks the typical build-up of softcore porn films. Pamela Morrison enthusiastically bares ALL. Her groin, now out in the open, hides not a single strand of pubic hair and glistens so exquisitely that it begs to be licked. You can practically feel the warm air caressing her most sensitive spots.

Denis, with a sly grin, sizes up the scenario before him. As he starts to unwrap his colossal package, it’s an impressive prophecy of what’s to come. He strokes it with tantric mastery while Pamela gawks and fingers her waiting honey pot. The simmering chemistry is delicious – intoxicating even.

As Denis enters the tiny brunette, her petite frame strains against his sheer size. She’s forced to hold her breath as the big, thick dickhead parts her cervix, shining her endorphins through the dark. Pamela gasps and groans, her body betraying an almost supernatural affinity for his rod.

Maybe it’s the angle of capture, or the editing, but something about shots of Pamela’s face contorts time itself. It buzzes with a surreal quality that drips centimeters from your skin. The oozing essence of their sex drips onto the floor and rushes outwards, creating sound and alterable space, a new dimension for them to ruin. She arches like an exaggerated flame, her spine bending backwards so sharply that she looks tortured.

Swooningly shuddering with each hard thrusts, Pamela screams out vulgar, explicit descriptions of how much she’s craving his dick. At one point, Denis daubs some of her own pussy juice on her erect nipples and she licks it off, relishing the taste of her own viscous juices. As lust Kahns its power over her tiny body, she loses herself in the penetration – almost thrashed by the sheer ecstasy of it.

In other moments, she takes charge. Like a wild thing, Pamela practically ferals out the cock now, as if it’s her natural state – ferociously riding him as their bodies see-saw in lusty congress. The busty cum dump writhes and kicks her shapely legs as she hkers in control, securing her own heavens.

Visions of heaven and hell seam to smash together to create Pamela’s fuck face, a mix of agony and pleasure that, as the genre goes, is pretty damn good. She turns her arousal up to eleven with tireless passion, yielding to every delicious, forbidden sexual impulse – no is no a word in her vocabulary.

Pamela, like a perfect pornographic ritual often is, is calculated and precise. The fucking is almost militaristic in its methodical, rhythmic pace – a sustained note of pulverizing ecstasy. Yet, she shows she can deviate and blossom like she was born to it – a little spastic when she wants to overwhelm your senses.

Under the zip of the fucking, the floor croaks like an ancient oak tree loaded up with thick cum – the sweat of their bodies clumping together. Pamela has become a radiating ball of excess sexual energy, basically engorged with the thrill of being used. The filthy fucking is more focused on the visuals; the bodies, their gorgeous forms, lending each quiver and buck and bead of sweat a verging-on-primitive significance.

Denis unloads his mighty manhood with such an unabashed euphoria he might’ve coaxed the universe into existence just to see it die in ecstasy like this. Pamela’s body jerks as he gradually pulls out, stretching that pussy, bringing her closer to the couch and a finale that’s part violent, part somatic.

The concluding scene speaks to the film’s overall tone – this is not being made for the world, or for fame. Pamela Morrison’s ‘characters’ will remain forever in their specialized retardant microcosms – one comprised of the fucked-up ideas we have about ‘hotness’, the other a spotlight that makes the pomp and romance of fucking telescopes to its singularly absurd conclusion. Pamela Morrison, now a lady of leisure, saunters off the camera with her fatal nymphocite feet, proudly carrying mysteries no one has solved but her.