AMELIE B – COLMANA – by LEONARDO (120) MA

In the hands of Amelie B, even a simple, white cotton vest can look like a million dollars. She sits on the edge of her white leather couch and tousles her long, straight black hair, her legs wide open. A small triangle of pubic hair sits atop her hot pink clitoral hood, her slim labia kissing the leather. The sweet siren pulls her vest down over her thighs, stretching the cotton to let her dark nipples appear. She writhes on the couch, shielding her quim with slender thighs, lifting her shirt and cupping a breast as she stares into the camera with dark blue-grey eyes. Amelie’s waist is so thin that when she lifts her thighs from the couch, it disappears from sight behind her hips and pussy. With a look of pure lust in her eyes, she rolls over and drapes her arms over the back of the seat, kneeling with her ass up in the air, her slim labia glistening.