Cuffed ankles, bound to either end post of Vivian's bed. They're cuffed to bronze legs that keep shifting slowly about - bending at the knee as much as they're allowed, before weakly lying flat against the bed again. The footage shifts as the handheld camera moves in Vivian's hand. The shot slowly glides up the length of the bare legs, past bucked hips and an arched back, and over a pair of small B cup breasts, which shake with the woman's subtle struggles. A moment later, a bare and freckled shoulder comes into view, partially covered by several loose ginger strands. From over her shoulder, a vanity mirror can be seen across from the bed. And in it, a reflection of Vivian's ample backside as she sits atop the woman's collarbone, a faint grind in her wide hips. She smirks over her shoulder at her reflection, the wave in her hair blocking her eyes.
The camera moves over her shoulder a minute later, giving a generous view of her front side, starting from just above her full upper lip. The view zooms out as the camera is placed on top of her bedside dresser, capturing the elegant hang of her large C cup, topped with perky, pink, pierced nipples, exposing her toned torso, and finally giving view to the tightly wedged head between her shapely thighs, pinned to her crotch.
Carefully, her hand retracted from the camera, joining her other to sensually caress up her thighs, and gently comb through the frazzled black curls of her prey. The woman responded with a series of muffled gags and grunts of discomfort as Vivian bit and pulled at her lower lip, which tugged a smirk at the corner. Trailing her hands seductively up her body, they cupped and kneaded at her breasts, her fingers toying with her nipple rings as her lips began o part. And as her back began to arch, she let out a small huff, barely audible. But the moment she did, the woman beneath her began to twitch.
A moment later, she was choking out muffled whines, her legs flailing and pulling urgently at their restraints. Tightening her clamped thighs around the woman's fidgeting head, Vivian's parted lips curved into a smile, her tongue licking across her upper one as the woman's writhing caused her to sway from side to side. The sound of the cuffs rattling and the bed creaking filling the audio, competing with the woman's drowning pleas. Over the combination of noises, the camera just barely picked up the sound of Vivian's giggling moan.
Just as the excess was beginning to bud from the corners of the woman's stretched lips, Vivian lifted her breasts to her face with a devious grin, licking around both of her nipples and abruptly biting down on one of them. And as Vivian moaned, the woman beneath her let out a gargling scream upon the sudden arrival of a second, and more intense orgasm. Her hands, cuffed to the back bed posts in a way that kept her just out of reach of Vivian's thighs, tugged and clawed towards them as her throat over flowed.
