Italian Shemale Smokes and Rubs her Tits
The Curious Tale of the Smoking Shemale
In the sultry, smoky dimness of a seedy motel room, a captivating figure reclines upon the rumpled bed. Clad in sinful black lace and sheer nylon, curves that defy gravity caramel skin glow, bathed in the amber light of a flickering bedside lamp. Full, pouty lips part, exhaling tendrils of tobacco smoke into the air like dancing cobras, enticing and dangerous.
She is Auntie Bella, the ultimate smoking shemale – a deliciously naughty, trans temptress with an insatiable appetite for vice. Her outrageously large breasts strain against the flimsy confines of her demi-cup bra, the tops spilling over like melted chocolate. She traces a long, manicured nail down her cascading cleavage, untouched at present by clothing, lost in her private fantasies.
Bella takes another long drag from her cigarette, savoring the taste and the sensation of smoke filling her lungs. It’s a rush, RAW and unfiltered, just like her. As the smoke escapes her lips in a prolonged sigh, Auntie slides a hand down to her crotch, cupping her bulge through thin panties. She gives it a squeeze, feeling herself beginning to react favorably to her own touch.
There’s little learned naughty Italian vixen can resist and today, Auntie Bella has decided it’s time to indulge one of her kinkier cravings: putting on a sexy show for herself. After all, mixing smoking with a solo shemale session guarantees a good, hard finish.
Amused by her own salacious thoughts, Bella wiggles out of her panties and throws them to the floor. Now fully nude except for her scandalously high heels and the brain fog-inducing bra, Auntie turns her attention to her bubblegum pink SMOKING POUCH that holds her precious stash of ultra-strong cigarettes.
A secret smile plays at Bella’s lips as she produces a cigarette from the pouch. Grabbing her silver lighter from the nightstand, she hovers the flame dangerously close to the end, watching it ignite and come to life with a flick, glow red before a deep inhale.
Squinting through the smoke, Bella rolls a sensitive nipple between her fingers and thumb, tweaking and tugging it, finding that sweet spot between teasing and torturing herself. She loves the contrast – the coolness of the hot, white smoke on her fevered skin versus the wet, slick heat generated by the pressure on her nipple.
Bella’s body is a playground of sin and she is the attendant, charged with amusing her own selffully. But ‘play’ is exactly what she has in mind.
Clutesh, whorish! Bella ups the ante by using her teeth to flick her cigarette nowhere near her ashtray but into the center of her heaving cleavage. The hot ash lands somewhere between her jumbo-sized tits and she giggles huskily as she picks it up dripping from her cleavage onto the cum-stained sheets. Very messy, very naughty.
Bella knows she’s not exactly booking interior design gigs, but the thought of anyone else viewing her carnality is a direct boner Looks directly into the camera and winks as she drops the rest of cigarette remnants care- she’s not very good at that, but her cock is anybody smooth and clear again, she’s not very good at that, but her cock is positively straining, throbbing against her taut tummy.
Speak of the devil, a devil she made herself, and the narrator comes screeching back to reality, powerless against the blunt matter of biology. Tucking herself away, Bella tosses the rest of her cigarette out the window onto the pavement below. Crushed out, and ready for the next bout, thanks to her vibrating saucy denim shorties in her bedside table.
She continues to work on herself like it is a job that she is paid for the job though, her tally ho strict, but she was greedy and had come, e e brought live her a new cigarette between her teeth and the little rubber toy pressed between the walls of her muff. The windows rattle, a denial less guilty, as she tugs faster until she feels her second wave coming.
Her nipples are rock hard little nuggets that she lashes with the lingerie and wear shivers spark along her spine as the pressure builds on the underside of her clit. It’s in this moment that she decides this vice packet is no longer a toy but his willing until the built-up pressure explodes in a fit body. Her legs tremble, she’s shook convulses and contracts as the cigarette falls in a fine spray to the floor in front of her.
Bella waits until the last tremor passes before reaching for her vibrating toy, sliding the dampered tip across her wettened lips, leaving a glistening trail of nectar behind. She’s more than ready for another round, a wicked little grin playing on her lips as she raises the flame to her cigarette. Looks directly into the camera and crooks her finger, beckoning, “You wanna join me, amore?”
