The Mask 1

Demy G in The Mask 1

On the staircase of her cool, shady home, kinky Demy G strikes sexy poses. She is wearing only strappy red spike-heeled platforms, a bondage mask, and arm restraints that leave her beautiful tattooed body naked. Her breasts bounce, perky and perfect, and her pussy is shaved smooth – then she turns to flaunt her high, tight ass and long, toned legs. Her labia are deep pink and puffy, eager for the practiced touch of her manicured fingers. The straps connecting her mask and wrist cuffs allow her to caress herself with one hand at a time – it’s horny but also frustrating, so she tries parting her cheeks and rubbing herself from behind. Then, slowly and carefully, she descends the stairs. Glimpsed through the holes in her mask, her expressive hazel eyes can only hint at her passion – but the moans from behind the zippered mouth are more obvious. She perches on the back of a couch, thighs splayed, and dares to free one hand. Then, after falling backwards onto the seat, legs raised, she begins to masturbate. Demy’s hands glide over her curves, cupping her globes and pinching her nipples hard. She yelps, then sighs as they slip between her thighs again. Her head hangs low beyond the seat, spinning from a rush of blood, and her fingers plow her snatch to the brink of orgasm. Suddenly, abruptly, she stops, and tears the mask off of her head. Her pretty face is revealed – a portrait of erotic ecstasy as both hands spread her butterfly lips wide and grind on her clit. Then, as she starts to cum she can’t stop, every shiver and spasm echoed in her expression. The mask lies on the floor, unable to disguise her pleasure as she stretches out on the couch to bask in the afterglow…