I could be caught at any minute. There’s only thirty minutes before I have to check out of the BnB, and I want the thrill and edge from behaving bad to trail me throughout the day. Knowing I’m working against the clock and that the establishment owner can come knocking on the door any minute drives me to up the risk. I’m completely nude with my ashy brown hair down over my shoulders, two tubes of lipstick, a banana for breakfast, and a bottle of golden syrup. There’s also a body-length mirror behind me, and depending on the angle, you can see my backside, including my ass. My heartbeat rises as I desecrate my pale upper-body with filthy turns of phrases in pink and red. Hearing other adult guests talking loudly in the hallway oblivious to what perv these walls be hiding flips the sexual tension flame on high. I can’t keep the naughty gleam from my eyes as I toy with the banana in my mouth with and without syrup before squirting the entire bottle of sticky goodness on my face and let it drip down my tits and hair. There’s also some mouth stuffing with my fruit of choice. For the record, I did clean up the syrup with hot water, only got about half of it out of my hair, and didn’t wash off any of the lipstick. Suffice to say, it woke me up better than coffee, and I was only ten minutes late to check out. I also ended up hiking into the nearby mountains and edging in the forest underneath the roots of a fallen tree in view of the highway. That was fucking surreal, but it’s not in this breakfast clip. Believe it or not, I don’t cum in this one or even masturbate. A good portion of this is also focused on writing on small breasts, arms and tummy in lipstick. Sometimes the thrill of doing something so wrong just feels so right.