HIDDEN GEM, REDBONE BADDIE, PRINCESS EMILY WAS BORN TO FUCK
The video “Hidden Gem: Redbone Baddie Princess Emily Was Born to Fuck” is a saucy exploration of teenaged Princess Emily’s insatiable appetite for cock. The POV-style film immerses the viewer right into the action, as if you were the lucky recipient of Emily’s naughty charms yourself.
The scene opens with our pretty princess perched provocatively on the edge of a luxurious four-poster bed, long ebony hair cascading over her lush curves like night waterfalls. Her full pouty lips are parted ever so slightly, a dewy sheen of sweat glistening on her light mocha skin. She’s wearing a scanty excuse for a nightie, silky white fabric straining against her big bouncy tits and the mouthwatering globes of her ass.
“Mmm, come ‘ere baby,” Emily purrs in a voice dripping with forbidden sugar. “Princess wants her housecall.”
In a wink, she whips the lacy fabric off over her head, unleashing those cantaloupes on the world – her dusky nipples already peaked into hard little bullets. Emily stretches languidly, back arching like a cat, really putting those incredible curves on display.
She beckons with a manicured nail – an unspoken command. Blood surging south, you can’t resist her charms and kneel to worship at the altar of her body.
First stop, those luscious melons. Kissing your way up her taut belly, Emily meets you halfway, plundering your mouth with her own, her tongue a sultry snake. Finally, you reach those perfect orbs, suckling like a hungry babe at her nipples as she mewls her approval.
Your hands glide down Emily’s sinuous sides, thumbs graze along her hipbones until you reach her pussy, already dripping with arousal, the heat radiating like a purring kitten. A finger dips inside her lush folds, her velvet walls quivering.
“Uh unh, not yet,” Emily admonishes playfully, hand snaking down to grab your wrist. Her other hand glides inside those acres of ass, unlocking a drawer in the headboard to retrieve a cock ring and box of condoms, she clearly does not do subtle.
“Baby, you’re huge,” she gasps, fumbling with the wrapper on your throbbing eight inches before rolling the latex on. She strokes you with reverent kisses up your shaft. “Mmm, just how I like it.”
Emily flips over, doggy style, arching her back so that her curved spine and bubble butt point straight at your rigid cock. She parts her legs wider, pussy lips glistening pink and inviting in the soft light. In one smooth motion, Emily impales herself on you to the root, groaning as your thick shaft fill her up.
“Fuuck yes! Mmm, you stretch me out so good!” Emily cries.
You start to thrust, hard and fast, the slap of flesh punctuating Emily’s screams of pleasure. The world narrows to the slick drag of her velvety walls grippping your cock.
She settles back against you, moving her hips in perfect sync, fucking you back as hard a you’re fucking her. It’s no gentle lovemaking, it’s a primal fucking, a raw dance of sweat-slicked bodies in pursuit of release.
Emily calls you a nasty name she’d heard no sixtysomething teacher should say, egging you on to fuck her harder, deeper, else the whore would find herself dungeon bound. And God help you, the dirty talk just make you want to violate her most intimate holes and flood them with your essence.
Moving up her body, your lips find her neck, lavishing kisses and bites to that sensitive juncture of shoulder and throat. Emily tries in vain to scream, but you swallow the sound of her moans as you plunder her mouth again.
Her legs wrap around your waist, heels digging into your ass, her cunt practically swallowing you whole as you pump her harder and faster, like the bitch in heat she claims to be. Your thumb finds her clit, circling with delicious efficacy, until Emily’s body stiffens and she goes rigid beneath you, a wordless scream caught in her throat as her pussy spasms around your pistoning cock, flooding your lap with her residual juices.
You can’t hold on any longer, your balls tightening as you surge into her one last time before spilling your seed, the sensation nearly blacking you out from the sheer intensity of your release.
You collapse against her heaving back, gasping for breath. Emily turns and captures your mouth again, a languorous kiss full of sleepy satisfaction.
“That was amazeballs,” Emily chuckles softly as she lies in your arms. “We are so doing that again.”
She snuggles closer, one hand tracing patterns on your chest as your heart rate slows. Before the last waves of afterglow fade, Emily’s eyelids flutter closed and she drifts off, a sated smile still playing on her plump lips.
As the camera pans out, your mind tries to process just what the hell you’ve gotten yourself into with Princess Emily and her insatiable sexual appetites. And more importantly, how soon until you can get this royal pleasure seeker naked again. But that, my friend, is a story for another day.
