Dropping the shirt to the floor, she sashayed away from me. This beautiful goddess sauntered to the doorway. She turned, flicked her hair back, and then grabbed hold of the door jamb. With her honey-toned legs spread, she lowered her body until her pussy was nearly on the floor. What flexibility. Up and down she rode the frame, letting go with one hand to suck on her middle finger.
With her red lips pouting, she trailed that finger down her neck, over her voluptuous breasts, and into her bra. She let out a soft moan as she
pinched her own nipple before continuing on to her G-string, where she taunted us further by slipping her hand in to cup her own pussy.
“Hmm, very nice,” she breathed, nostrils flaring as though aware of the fragrance of her scent. “Very nice.”
I caught myself holding my breath as my own pussy began to throb. She was walking toward me now, coming closer and closer. I zoomed in on her amazing breasts.
“You want to see some pussy, hmm? Or what about these gorgeous titties?”
I was speechless; we all were.
“Well, pussy or titties? Can’t make up your mind? I’ll decide for you,” she purred.
Staring hard at the camera as though staring straight into my soul, she unclipped her bra and discarded it. I held my breath, my face flushing. Her huge breasts swayed, enjoying their freedom. Dark brown nipples beckoned me. My mouth opened and my tongue searched like a snake seeking warmth, longing to latch on to one and suck it into my mouth.
She pushed her biceps together, her cleavage nearly reaching her chin. Enjoying her own massaging, she lifted her breasts into her palms, weighing them as if each pound of flesh made them more appealing. She lifted one up toward her mouth, the nipple rigid as her tongue flickered over it.
“You want to taste it, too? Want to bury your head in here?” She indicated the space between her breasts. “Or are you more interested in what I’ve got down there?” she asked.
I had to lower the camera, follow her as she bent her head forward seductively, slipping her fingers into the sides of her G-string. Everyone gasped as she tore the flimsy material off and licked at the crotch, staring at me mischievously with a slight smile on her lips.
All the guys on set were jealous, I’m sure; me, I was in awe of her.
“Oh yeah, that tastes good,” she whispered. Then she held the G-string in her hand, her beautiful upturned nose delicately sniffing. “Ah, yes, what an aroma.”
Totally nude, she walked gracefully to the white couch. She lay back against the armrest, her hair framing her face. The darkness of her skin against the starkness of the white background made her beauty even more apparent.
The camera and I moved toward her as though one. I panned down from her face, over her luscious breasts with those dark nipples just begging for me to touch, and onward over her mound to her pussy. She had a wiry black bush. Pubic hair was growing wild over her mound. This was new; most girls loved to display themselves with a Brazilian, totally waxed and free of hair.
I wanted to kiss her sexy mouth, to throw myself down on her gorgeous body, but that, unfortunately, was not my job. I longed to be the star in my own porno movie, but I was not one of the attractive ones.
I focused in on her pussy, which she so kindly opened up for me. Her white fingernails roamed through her black pubic hair and into the folds and I realized why she’d painted them that way. It was as though her pussy was an entity on its own and the nails actually made it come to life, like a living breathing pulsating object, to be admired, lusted after, and of course used.
“You like what you see?” she asked me.
I didn’t answer, too busy making sure I’d gotten all the important bits in the shot.
“Hey, I asked you a question. You like looking at my snatch? Look at it, take a good look, because you’ll never see another one this good again.”
I had to agree with her on that one. She’d had her fingers inside and now brought one up to her lips, to lick, to roll her tongue around.
“Hmm, tastes good, too.”
In walked the star of the film we were shooting. She sauntered over to Delight, confident of her ability to perform for the camera as well and already nude. Her eyebrows rose just a fraction when she caught sight of this amazingly sexy woman who had the potential to steal her limelight.
Delight was a smart girl. She was giving nothing away. She was there to impress and she was certainly getting our votes.
Paula, the star, slapped Delight on the thigh before lowering herself to kneel in between those amazing legs. I moved in for a closer shot. Her tongue shot out tentatively to flicker at Delight’s clit. She showed her appreciation by moving her pelvis upward, wanting Paula’s tongue to do some more work as she stared sexily at the camera.
“Lick that pussy, baby; lick it like you’ve never licked one before. Taste it. There’s no other pussy that tastes as good as mine,” she said as she grabbed Paula by the head and held her an inch away from it. “Can you smell it, baby? Are you enjoying my scent, hmm? Breathe it in.”
Paula was taken aback. She was used to being the star, calling the shots. Now here was this red-hot woman, with the most amazing body anyone’s ever seen, and even though I’m sure Paula wants to pull back, make Delight beg for her, she doesn’t. Her tongue flickers out and hits her clit.
I notice she’s making sure she’s got her body more in the shot, her face and hair hiding Delight’s delicious pussy.
“Ah, yeah, baby, lick it. Come on,” Delight says with that silky voice.