HOLED Quirky blonde card player Velvet Rain gets her tight booty fucked

The sultry flicker of lamplight danced across Velvet Rain’s creamy skin as she shuffled her cards with deft fingers. Her fiery locks tumbled in loose waves over shapely shoulders, frame cast in haunting shadows. A ready smile played at the corners of her bee-stung lips, hinting at mischief rather than mirth. This was no ordinary game of cards, after all.

Opposite the smoldering blonde sat a wall mirror, its surface fogged with promise of pleasures to come. Velvet’s eyes, as blue as the sea on a stormy day, flicked between her hand and the mystic glass, pupils dilating with each passing second. She knew he was there, knew he watched, even if she couldn’t see him. That knowledge made her ache, made her wet.

“Your move, handsome,” Velvet purred, tossing a card in the general direction of the mirror. She slowly, purposefully, began to unbutton her crimson silk blouse, baring inch after inch of alabaster flesh. Full, heavy breasts, nestled in black lace, swelled as she leaned forward, teasing a glimpse of sideboob through the bountiful cleavage pouring forth.

Velvet’s nimble tongue darted out to wet her lips as supple fingers worked open the front clasp of her bra. Tits tumbled free, nipples pink and stiff in the ambient glow. They begged for a touch, a caress, anything. With a wicked grin, the blonde cupped them in offering, weighing their heavy globes in her hands. She rolled the peaked nubs between thumbs and forefingers, biting her lower lip as pinpricks of pleasure shot straight to her core.

“Mmmm, do you like what you see, lover?” Velvet cooed, arching her back to thrust her chest forward. Her other hand traveled down toned stomach, beneath the waistband of her black skintight yoga pants. Fingers danced through downy curls to find slick, swollen folds, already slick with want. She groaned, grinding slow circles around her throbbing clit.

Abruptly, Velvet drew her hand back out, bringing glistening digits to her lips. She suckled them clean, eyes drifting shut as she savored her own ambrosia. The taste of her arousal stirred something primal inside her – she needed him, needed to feel him, needed to be filled by him completely. Now.

With a throaty mewl, Velvet shimmied out of her pants and soaked panties, baring a perfect peach of an ass. She bent herself over the card table, presenting herself with wanton abandon. Flawless cheeks spread lapsed open, revealing the tight pink pucker of her anus, twitching with anticipation. Velvet moaned as she dragged the tip of a toy – a large, metal dildo, curved for stimulation – along her cunny, nosing it at her little rosebud. She pushed the thick head past the initial resistance, gritting her teeth on a gasp as it slipped inside inch by exquisite inch.

“Oh fuck yes,” Velvet hissed as she fucked herself with the toy, pumping it in and out of her back door. Holes stretched taut in delicious agony, fluttering around the rigid intruder. This was just the beginning, a tease, the first step in a dance of carnal ecstasy. And she was going to fucking revel in it, glory in every knowing stroke.

Velvet turned her head to the side, gazing through hooded eyes at the mirror. She held the blonde woman’s smoldering stare trapping her prey. “Come and get it, baby,” the blonde purred seductively. “I want you to fuck my ass raw till I can’t fucking walk straight.”

Velvet crocked her leg up onto the table, hooking it around his hips as he positioned himself behind her. She felt the hot press of his thick cock head nudging anxiously at her entrance, seeking purchase. Felt his heavy balls slap lewdly against her sodden slit. And then he was pushing in, filling her, splitting her wide open on his massive girth. There was no gentleness to be found in this coupling – he sank balls-deep in one brutal thrust, buried to the hilt in her clenching heat.

The blonde howled in pained pleasure, back bowing as she struggled to accommodate his size. He stretched her impossibly wide, almost painful, forcing her sphincter to conform to his shape. Velvet could only hang on for dear life as he began to move, snapping his hips forward in rough, staccato strokes that rattled her teeth.

“Yes, yes, fuck, yes!” she cried, meeting him thrust for thrust. Velvet mashed her breasts against the polished wood of the table, grinding her aching nipples against it shamelessly. The twin sensations of his cock pummeling her ass and the rough friction against her sensitive mounds sent her flying towards the edge embarrassingly fast.

Tears of bliss leaked from the corners of Velvet’s eyes as he plowed into her harder, faster, deeper than any man ever dared to before. He hammered her asshole with such furious abandon that she feared he meant to split her in two. And she fucking loved it, reveled in being used as his personal fucktoy.

“Gonna… gonna come… don’t stop!” Velvet sobbed desperately as the tension in her body reached a fever pitch. Muscles seized as she hovered on the razor’s edge, teetering on the precipice of release. All it would take is just one… more… thrust…

The blonde pitched over the edge with a wordless scream of completion as her orgasm crashed through her like a tsunami. Velvet convulsed helplessly, gushing desire down trembling thighs. Her ass clenched down like a vice on the cock ramming up her guts, milking him for all he was worth. He came with a roar, painting her insides white with his hot, virile seed.

They collapsed in a tangle of sweaty limbs, gasping for breath. Velvet felt utterly wrecked, well-used in the best possible sense. Her poor hole ached in the most delicious way, bruised and battered but sated. Bit by bit, the room ceased its spin as she fought her way back to coherence.

She glanced up at the mirror and winked. Just as she suspected – all along, the mirror had been a window, allowing her lover to observe and participate from a distance. The realization made her laugh – she really was the ultimate tease, even with those she loved most.

Velvet winced a little as she peeled herself off the table, grabbing a towel to mop up the resultant mess. There would definitely be some interesting impacts on full-length mirror shopping tomorrow. But that was a problem for another time. For now, she was content to bask in the warm afterglow, ready to blaze her own path once more.