The things of fame

Yurizan Beltran steps in and every thought circles back to those heavy tits, the way they swing when she moves. Her eyes catch the light, her mouth is soft and wet-looking, and her ass sways full and round. She slips closer, kneels, and wraps her smooth feet around the cock in front of her. Slow, practiced strokes make the skin glide tight. Her toes curl, press, release, then grip again, steady and slick. The shaft stiffens under her touch, every vein standing out. She leans in, lips parted, watching the head glisten, breathing warm air over it while her feet keep working, teasing, pulling, holding. Her tits hang heavy and bare, nipples tight, and her round ass rests on her heels, every curve on display. She never hurries. The rhythm stays even, deliberate, until the cock throbs hard between her arches and her eyes lift, bright and wicked, like she already knows exactly how this ends.