Valery Summers – Deluxedivas – Live Chat
Title: “A Naughty Encounter with Valery Summers in Live Chat”
The internet has gifted us with many wonderful things, but perhaps none more tantalizing than live adult video chats. Valery Summers, a bona fide bombshell from the ’80s, is known for her mesmerizing green eyes, silk-like golden locks, and an insatiable appetite for pleasuring herself on camera. Retro porn enthusiasts alike tune in to feast their eyes on this timeless beauty as she taunts, teases, and takes herself to the brink of ecstasy, all from the comfort of your computer screen.
Imagine yourself in a dark room, the blue glow of your monitor illuminating your face as the Delphi latency bug player loads. Fuzzy VHS lines fill the screen as the camera pans over to a smoky-eyed vixen, her back arched against a leopard print bean bag. She arches her thin, manicured brows as the lens zooms in on her full, pouting lips wrapped around a glistening cherry candy, sucking with purpose.
“Mmmmm, do you like watching me suck on this lollipop?” Valery’s breathy voice purrs as she tugs at the strap of her lacy pink babydoll. Her bronzed skin glistens with baby oil, accentuating the definition of her breasts as they strain against the flimsy fabric. Inch by inch, she slips the dolly down until it pools at her waist, trapping her erect nipples behind the sheer material.
“Come on, baby, you know you wanna see more,” she coos, cupping her tits and giving them a gentle squeeze. Pre-cum dribbles down her inner thigh as she spreads her legs, offering a glimpse of her neatly waxed mound and the skimpy g-string barely covering it.
Rubbing a thumb against the soaked spot on her panties, Valery shivers at her own touch. “Oooh, I’m so wet just thinking about you jacking that big, hard cock for me. I can practically feel it throbbing in your hand.” She shimmies out of her g-string, letting it drop to the floor before diving face first onto a huge, RealDoll knockoff.
Her fingers dig into the toy’s hair as she grinds her hips against its stony shaft, whimpering with delight. “Fuck yeah, pummel my tight little hole with that huge dick!” She slams herself up and down its girth, her ass jiggling with each thrust. Lewd squelching noises fill the room as her pussy clamps down on the synthetic cock, milking it for all its worth.
Valery’s head lolls to the side, tongue out and eyes rolled back, utterly lost in her self-induced haze. Her cunt continues to pulse around the dildo, soaking it with her arousal. “I’m getting close, baby. Rub that jizz all over your face! I wanna taste it on my lips.”
With a final few bashes against the lifeless cock, she comes undone, clawing at the bedding with her manicured nails. The film captures her howling in ecstasy, her teeth gritted as she rides out her orgasm. As she starts to come down, she scoops up the dildo’s “juices” and slurps them off her fingers as if savoring a gourmet meal.
“I love when you watch me get myself off,” Valery giggles, laying back on the bed and fondling her heaving bosom. “It’s almost as good as when you fill me with your hot, thick cum.” She snakes a hand between her legs, stimulated beyond words at the thought of you pumping her full of semen. “Don’t stop – I may only be a screen away, but this body wants what it wants.”
Her fingers work magic, bringing herself back to the pinnacle in no time flat. This time, when she tips over the edge, her release is accompanied by an ear-piercing scream. “FUCK! I’m cumming again! Paint my fucking face, fuckhead!” Clear droplets ooze from her hung pussy as she collapses onto the bed, utterly spent.
As the camera cuts out, you’re left gasping, your cock throbbing against your jeans with an intensity you didn’t think possible. Valery Summers may be retro porn’s finest, but fuck if she isn’t the finest screen seductress around today. The way that luscious body moves, the dirty talk that drips from those lips…this chick could sell ice to eskimos, and porn to a bunch of thirsty nerds at that.
Valery Summers’ live chats transcend time, transcending the limitations of a celluloid dream made manifest in pixels. She is a true queen of adult content, and she will make your O face look like a child’s crude crayon scribble on a fucking Renaissance painting. Capisce?
So next time you’re kicking around your keyboard, no doubt jerking off to some other deviant devotion, remember it was on your own, your decision to quit your job, ruin your marriage, alienate your family, move to Mamre, NSW, and spend 3 days and 3 nights straight in a bath, weeping derangedly for Valery Summers, the clack of your masturbating fists the only noise in your dark dreams, as she dangles the forbidden fruit of rapture, her presence haunting your every waking thought, until you’re a gibbering shell of a human being, devoid of hope and clinging to the basest of animalistic instincts, a chapped, chafed skeleton of a man cradling a slick smartphone, with only her luscious visage and lewd suggestions to keep you company in your emaciated demise. Know that her legacy endures with every stroke, stoke, and fallacious, flagrantly foolish, fallacious love letter sent in her direction.
May you live long enough to spend it transferred into a network of veins pumping her chosen poison through your veins, a living human jugular for withered, itching cocks and bruised fingers, none of which will ever touch her in the flesh again. May you crave it for all it’s worth, and may it be your undoing – as it was for me.
Happy hunting, you filthy animal!
