Katerinas First Porn A Busty Exhibitionist Street Whore
Cynthia sauntered down the bustling city sidewalk, her high heels clicking sharply against the concrete with each confident step. The sun beat down on her fair skin, glistening off the sheen of moisture on her smooth, bare legs and making her crimson red hair shimmer like molten lava. She wore a cropped white tank top that strained against her ample bosom, theimg of her erect nipples visible beneath the thin fabric. Her tiny denim shorts hugged the curves of her round ass, the hem barely covering the jutting mounds where her cheeks split. A wide, self-assured grin spread across her full, glossy lips as she eyed the passing crowd, relishing their furtive glances and double-takes.
Cynthia loved the spotlight, craved the feels of eyes on her scantily clad body. Exhibitionism came as naturally to her as breathing, and she couldn’t resist the lure of putting on a show. Today was no exception as she strolled through the city square, ô”s of gawking men and envious women in her wake. She spotted an isolated alcove ahead between two buildings and quickened her pace, a wicked gleam in her emerald green eyes.
Rounding the corner, Cynthia ducked into the secluded nook, looking around to make sure she was alone. Convinced she had total privacy, she leaned back against the brick wall and slowly arched her back, jutting her full tits out even further. A delicate hand snaked under her tank top to caress her soft flesh as the other slid down to palm her ass. Cynthia let out a low, breathy moan, grinding her hips into her hand.
Pulling her tits up over the fabric, Cynthia focused the camera on her exposed, heaving cleavage beading with sweat. Pink nipples stood erect atop the expansive mounds, practically begging for attention. She tweaked each one between her fingers, rolling the sensitive nubs and sending shockwaves of pleasure straight to her pussy. Pinching both at once she gasped, a rivulet of sticky arousal trickling down the inside of her thigh.
Craving more, Cynthia grabbed the hem of her top with both hands and stripped it off entirely, tossing it on the ground. Now clad in just her tiny shorts and a matching lacy bra, she pushed her tits together, shoving them deep into her cleavage. The only thing covering her boobs now was the flimsy lace band – a thin line of fabric stretched taut across her torso. She tugged it lower, more and more skin revealed with each tug until her nipples popped free, bouncing with the movement. They were full, ripe mounds and she couldn’t wait to spill them out of her bra.
Hooking a finger under the clasp at the front, Cynthia slowly eased the garment open a few inches, teasing herself and the camera with the glimpse of areola. The lace separated again and she bit her lip, exposing more and more of her jiggling tits until the bra fell away completely. Her breasts bounced happily, freed from their confines and pointed straight at the lens.
Cupping the undersides, Cynthia lifted her tits up and out, squeezing them together as she massaged. She loved how heavy and full they felt, how soft and sensitive the flesh was. Inching her palms up, she tweaked the nipples harshly, raking her nails over the puckered flesh until she was panting with need. Her shorts practically simmered against her skin, intensified by the inferno burning between her legs.
Seeking some relief, Cynthia whimpered and worked a hand down the front of her shorts, spreading her legs wide. She rubbed tight circles on her clit, pushing the denim down slightly to give her fingers more room. The pressure built immediately and she bucked her hips into her touch, fingers probing deeper. With a gasp, she plunged two digits straight into her dripping heat, plunging them in and out at a fast clip.
Her other hand continued pinching her nipples, rolling and tugging the rigid nubs as she fucked herself in the shadowed alcove. Cynthia’s head fell back against the wall with a thud, eyes squeezing shut as she chased her orgasm. The vivid colors of the city, the feels of hot sunlight beating down – they all blurred together until the only thing in her world was pleasure. She heard a noise in the distance and opened her eyes to glance towards the corner of the alley, spotting a man watching her. Recognition flared in his eyes as he realized what he’d walked in on and she winked at him, crooking a finger for him to join her.
He took a tentative step forward before shaking his head and hurrying off like his ass was on fire. Cynthia shrugged and went back to her task, too far gone to care about anything other than getting off. She finger-fucked herself relentlessly, using her slick juices and the tight grip on her clit to drive her over the edge. Her pussy muscles clenched hard around her fingers as her climax crashed through her, hips bucking wildly into her hand. Cyrus arched her back, thrusting her tits forward as she rode out the waves of ecstasy, a silent scream falling from her lips.
When the final tremors subsided, the fiery blond slumped back against the wall, both hands retreating. Bringing sticky fingers to her mouth, she sucked them clean, tasting the sweet tang of her orgasm. Her chest heaved as she caught her breath, a satisfied smile playing about her damp lips. It wasn’t often her quick trysts with herself could be interrupted, but it was even rarer for her to care. After all, where was the fun if you couldn’t improvise a little every now and again?
Peeling herself off the brick wall, Cynthia made no move to cover herself. She left her tits proudly on display as she retrieved her garments and slipped them on, uncaring who saw her state of disheveling. Tossing her fiery locks back over her shoulders, she strode out of the alcove with her head held high, the city hers for her taking. Her passions were unleashed, searing a fiery trail behind her as she wove through the crowd – and she was Rubia. There was still much excitement in store in this lustful city. Rubia would simply leave a trail of panting, satisfied men and couples putting on voyeuristic displays in her wake. But that’s a story for another day…
