Hustler photography by chas ray

Dressed in her smoky lingerie, Hollis surveys the cozy lodge room while I pour drinks. She shows off something with every move. A man could do some crazy, foolish things under her influence. I find the dead eyes of the mounted deer’s head on the wall a little creepy, but it’s just the kind of sight that inspires her. Plucking off the loosely mounted antlers, Hollis exhibits her pussy, wonders aloud if she could get the point of a horn in there. I’ve put some pretty hard objects in that hole, but this seems a little reckless.

So much the better. Stripping naked, Hollis climbs in the chair, teasing herself all over with the sharp end of the stag’s rack, leaving long, red trails of scratches on her fine, fair flesh. She likes things that hurt a little, or even a lot.

The hunter’s trophy graces her backside, nicely framing her shaved slit. I could happily plug that socket right now, but she wants to play things out. Looking me straight in the eye, she slowly inserts the wicked tip, working it carefully around inside, legs tossed wide to give me the best view. The deeper she penetrates herself, the scarier it gets, and the harder she breathes. It’s just the kind of thing that gets her off, and she proves it with a sudden burst of spasms. Now it’s my turn to join the party. Hollis may be twisted, but she knows how to make a point.