Private Rehearsal

Aletta might be a screen queen, but even a star needs practice behind the curtain. The director takes her aside for a quiet audition, one body at a time. Her full, heavy breasts press against his chest as she sinks to her knees. Black waves of hair fall across her face while her mouth works him in slow, wet pulls. She holds his gaze, letting the slick sounds echo in the empty room. When he grips the back of her head and pushes deeper, she opens for it without hesitation. Every glide, every choke, every moan is measured and smooth. Finally he pulls free, painting her flushed cheeks and parted lips in thick, white streaks that streak down over her breasts. She stays on her knees, eyes half-lidded, letting the mess cool against her skin.