Backstage with Helena G.

Helena G sits backstage, legs parted, skirt hiked up to her waist. Her bare pussy gleams under the lights, but Zenza’s focus stays on the tight ring of her ass. He guides the fat head of his cock to her entrance, presses forward, and watches the pink pucker stretch around him. Helena bites her lip, blond hair falling across her face as she pushes back, taking him deeper. Inch by inch, her asshole swallows the thickness until his balls rest against her cheeks. A low moan slips from her throat. Zenza grips her hips and begins to thrust, each stroke driving the shaft all the way to the root. Her tits bounce under her top with every shove, nipples rubbing against the fabric. He pulls out until only the tip remains inside, then slams back in, the wet smack echoing off the walls. Helena’s fingers dig into the chair cushion, breath hitching as he pounds the narrow passage again and again.