Jenna Ivory – Sex Rules 5

Title: “Jenna Ivory’s Naughty Upskirt Antics – “Sex Rules 5″” unleashes a storm of lust and voyeuristic delight!

*Jenna Ivory settles on her queen-sized bed, an inviting mountain of silk sheets and pillows. She adjusts her cheap, thinly-stretched miniskirt – the kind that makes men’s minds wander far past the point of decency. She’s wearing a matching top, barely constraining her bountiful breasts. She winks seductively at the camera, pink fingernails beckoning you closer.*

“Ahh, there you are, sexy… Jenna Ivory, your private voyeur for the night. Fasten your seatbelts, boys – we’re going on a rollercoaster ride you won’t soon forget!”, she coyly remarks, voice sweet but laced with urgency. “Our first stop? A flirtatious little tripup called ‘Upskirt’…”

She rises from the bed, a shapely bottom jutting outwards as she leans across and presents an ample view of her lacy panties to the peering lens. “You like what you see, big boy? Make sure you get a good eyeful, ’cause what I’m showing you soon will make this look like a Bamburgh’s tea party!”

*Jenna gives a playful shimmy and reaches back to slowly drag the tight skirt up her thighs, revealing inky tan lines that leave little to the imagination. As the slit between her legs comes into focus, a barely-couched slit peeks out amidst her folds, glistening with anticipation. She holds the skirt aloft, letting you admire the view before spreading her legs and letting it drop back down.*

“Oops… I must have missed the memo last night that today is ‘let’s give Jenna a stiff stiffy’ day! C’mon, you can do better than that, stud”, she scolds playfully, sticking out her tongue to mock the drooling electronic eye. “See anything you like?”

*Jenna grabs a flimsy patio chair and perches on it, knees hugged to her ample chest, toes wiggling as her hips undulate seductively. The camera follows happily of its own accord, panning up to capture her profile. Her tits barely contain themselves, succeeding only because Jenna has reached up to tuck them in as if they were auditioning gravy boats.*

*In an instant, she has risen up – skirt painfully tight around her hips, smoothing it down almost completely. What was a momentary glimpse becomes a longish stretch as she arches her back, sliding a hand down the smooth convex slope of her belly. A damp patch appears where the lace meets her crotch.*

“Mm, I have a confession, all you voyeurs out there. I sort of…write “fuck me” on my panties, in invisible marker…hehe. I’m hoping you guys take it as a clue, not a threat!”, she wistfully sighs, plumping up her ass and leaning back against the opposite wall. “I just don’t know if my man here is gettin’ the memo!”

*As if by divine providence, the camera lens suddenly warps and shifts into a more pressing mold, giving you an unobstructed eyeful of Jenna’s taut sex, now glistening wet from the constant rubbing and teasing. The pace picks up gradually, until it hits a fever pitch…and Jenna finds herself in a ball-wresting session with her co-star.*

*Somewhere between repression and realisation, you find yourself lost in a world of the forbidden…and Jenna is the queen of the castles of pleasure. Her slutty moans echo through the walls as she undulates sinuously, fingers digging into taut flesh, pulling you closer to the heat as the sex builds to a climax worthy of a raunchy textbook.*

*Jenna finds her sweet spot, nuzzling your crotch, getting in deep and slurping up every drop of pleasure. She doesn’t want to break the contact just yet – she wants to milk every ounce of your spunk, even as she massages her throat to swallow, throat clenching around your bulbous head.*

*And just when you think Jenna couldn’t possibly give you more, she rises up brazenly, spreading her legs in a lewd V, her wet creaming hole gaping as she spreads it with index finger and thumb, her lewd smile a siren’s siren cry. Her thighs clench around your cock as it throbs, spilling its load into the folds, forming a slick pool of viscous goo. And that pungent heady perfume is now indelibly printed on your mind as Jenna milks every last drop:*

“Mmh, you know, the only thing better than a guy’s rough tongue flicking your clit like that? Is when they do it after they’ve taken…a taste of your girlie stuff, heh… Betcha never thought you’d find out firsthand, didja? Now I know that scent is committed to my… stored…stimuli forever!”

She laps up rivulets of cum and juice and drops them unceremoniously on your camera, knowing full well the next time you watch this, it’ll be a fiery reminder of the things that need satisfying…and Jenna is only too happy oblige as she smirks into the camera, golden tresses glistening as she stems the flow with her panties – the compromise between sexy and clean-up.

“Let’s just say, it’s a good thing we recorded this – because I don’t want you ever forgetting…what I did to you!”*