Backstage with Aletta Ocean

I had fucked her schoolmate Tricia on set, so when Aletta stepped out from behind the curtain the real test began. Blonde hair falling over her shoulders, nineteen and already carrying herself like she owned the room. She peeled off her top without ceremony. Those natural tits sat high and full, heavy enough to sway when she moved, yet she kept talking about going under the knife for silicone. I traced my thumbs over her nipples and felt them stiffen, wondering what she thought bigger bags would add. She grinned, pushed my hand lower, and told me to feel how wet nineteen-year-old pussy could get when it wanted something. I sank two fingers straight in; she rocked against my palm, eyes locked on mine, daring me to judge her age or her plans. The girl might have been young, but the way she spread her legs and asked for more showed she already knew exactly what she liked.