Backstage with Aletta Ocean

Aletta Ocean lives on the attention. She keeps someone close, always, just to worship every curve and soak up the power she radiates. Tonight that duty falls to Nick Lang. He knows the steps: slow kisses along her calves, steady hands tracing the swell of her breasts, a practiced tongue that tells her she’s in charge. Her black hair spills over her shoulders as she lets him pull the zipper down. His mouth finds her nipples and she sighs, pushing forward so he can take more. When she’s wet enough she grabs his head and brings him lower, spreading her legs so he can work the delicate skin between them with long, hungry strokes. Once she decides she wants him inside, she straddles his lap, sinks onto his cock and rides him with the measured rhythm she likes best. Her tits bounce with every thrust. Nick keeps his hands on her hips, letting her set the pace until she starts to shake, gripping his shoulders, riding the orgasm out in sharp, breathy gasps. Only then does she let him finish, leaning in so he can bury his face between her breasts while he spills inside her.