Keri Sable – Intensitivity #6 – Scene 2

Title: “Keri Sable’s Raw Unscripted Ride”

The camera pans over the dimly lit studio as Keri Sable, the porcelain-skinned blonde bombshell, struts in wearing nothing but a skimpy red bra and matching thong that leave little to the imagination. Her perky A-cups and toned ass bounce with each step, drawing the viewer’s eyes like a magnet. Keri’s smoky grey eyes sparkle with mischief as she realizes she’s being filmed, a coy smile spreading across her full, glossy lips.

“Mmmm, so this is what they mean by ‘behind the scenes’,” Keri purrs, running a manicured finger along the swell of her breasts. “I hope you’re ready for the real show, because baby, once I get started, it’s full speed ahead.”

The camera zooms in closer as she slides her thong down over her trim legs, revealing a neatly trimmed patch of blond pubic hair. With a wink, Keri jiggles her ass and bends over, giving a tantalizing view of her tight hole winking back at the lens. She turns around slowly, her petite nipples puckering from the chill in the air and the vibrations of her own excitement.

“Oooh, I feel so naughty giving you a show like this,” Keri sighs, walking over to a plump leather bean bag chair and sprawling out on it. “But something tells me you dirty voyeur types get off on this raw, unscripted shit. The kind of thing that makes you feel like a Peeping Tom, doesn’t it?”

With that, Keri reaches down and spreads herself open, presenting her glistening pussy to the camera. Her delicate fingers dance along her engorged clit, and a shiver runs through her body. “Fuck, I’m already so worked up. Maybe I need some help with this…”

Enter Trey, a well-endowed stranger who looks like he just stepped out of a surfer magazine. Keri beckons him over with her finger, and he drops to his knees in front of the bean bag. “Mmmm, hello there,” Keri drawls, reaching out to stroke Trey’s rock hard cock. “You’ve got a nice thick piece here, stud. Why don’t you let me have a taste?”

Trey doesn’t need to be told twice. He thrusts his hips forward, burying his cock in Keri’s wet, waiting mouth. Her eyes roll back in ecstasy as she swallows him whole, her throat contracting around his shaft. Saliva dribbles down her chin and plucks her heaving chest as she deep throats like a champ, popping off only to catch her breath.

“Unghh, fuck your cock feels good,” Keri groans, stroking Trey’s spit-slicked dick. “I need it inside me. I need you to fuck me hard and deep and make me forget my own name. Can you do that for me, baby?”

Trey grins and positions himself between her spread legs, notching the fat head of his cock against Keri’s dripping slit. She reaches up and grabs a fistful of hair, pulling him down for a filthy tongue-tangling kiss as he drives himself home with one powerful thrust.

“Oh fuck, YES!” Keri’s hips buck up to meet each driving stroke, her tight cunt clenching around Trey’s pistoning cock. “Don’t stop, don’t you fucking dare stop! Pound that pussy, stud!”

The wet slap of skin on skin echoes through the studio as Trey drills into Keri with abandon, her heaving tits bouncing with every impact. She wraps her legs around his waist, using the leverage to meet his thrusts and drive him balls deep inside her. Sweat beads on her skin as she chases her rapidly building climax.

“Harder!” Keri cries out, her fingernails raking down Trey’s back. “Fucking break me with that big cock!” An animalistic growl rumbles in Trey’s chest as he complies, hammering into her with a punishing rhythm that has her entire body jostling. Keri throws her head back and howls as her orgasm crashes over her, her cunt convulsing and gushing all over Trey’s cock.

“Shit, you’ve got me so close,” Trey grunts, still frenziedly fucking her through her intense climax. Keri locks her ankles behind his ass, determined to wring out every last drop of pleasure. She clenches tight and bucks wildly, feeling Trey stiffen and swell even larger inside her. With a roar, he erupts, painting her walls white with his thick, hot seed.

Panting heavily, the two collapse on top of the leather bean bag, bodies still tangled together. Soft, satisfied sighs mingle with the sticky squelch of Trey’s spent cock slipping out of Keri’s still-quivering hole. She rolls over to face him, a satisfied smirk on her face.

“Mmmm, I think that’s a wrap,” Keri purrs, licking a stray drop of cum from the corner of her mouth. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to take a real hot shower. That was one hell of a workout!”

With a saucy wink over her shoulder, Keri saunters off camera, leaving us with one last tantalizing glimpse of her perfect peach of an ass. The End.