Backstage with Aletta Ocean

Aletta Ocean sits backstage, thighs spread wide, still wet from the last fuck and already hungry again. She needs cock. The thick, black kind that stretches her open and leaves her trembling. None handy, so she grabs the thick black dildo she picked up at the shop, shiny and heavy in her hand. She runs the blunt head between her folds, smearing her own slick along the shaft, then pushes. The fat tip parts her pussy lips and sinks inside with a wet sound, inch after slow inch. She works it deeper, hips lifting, breath turning ragged as the veins of the toy drag against her walls. Her free hand cups one heavy breast, squeezing the nipple hard while she starts to fuck herself in steady strokes. Each thrust makes her tits bounce. She angles the toy, grinding the base against her clit on every push until her thighs start to shake. The rhythm grows faster, wetter, her cunt gripping the shaft like it never wants to let go. Her moans turn sharp and she drives it all the way in, holding it deep while her body pulses around the thick silicone. When the last tremor fades she pulls it out slowly, leaving her pussy glistening and spent.