Show Stealer

James stood behind the curtain just knowing she was about to steal the show. All these other bitches on the catwalk may have the audiences attention now but she was about to blow them away, and she didn't need an overpriced designer dress to make her look good. Her hot sexy naked body would do all the talking for her.

As James strode onto the catwalk she allowed herself a brief, smug smile at all of the attention she was receiving. She was the complete centre of everyone's attention which was just how she liked it and what she would have expected. All eyes were on James's hot naked body and she knew every guy in this room wanted to fuck her right now. Well, they could certainly look but they could never touch and she was going to show them exactly what they could never have.

Cameras flashed incessantly as James sauntered down the catwalk. She caressed her flawless female body up and down, doing with her hands what she knew every guy - fuck probably just about every girl too - would want to do to her now given half the chance. She ran her fingers down her hips before fondling and cupping her breasts then stroking her pussy and even briefly inserting two fingers inside it. This was extremely risque for a catwalk show but James didn't care, she was too hot to have to worry about the rules and she knew the crowd were loving it too much for anyone to complain.

As she reached the end of the catwalk James turned and bent over, presenting her audience with a close up view of her butt and rear view of her shaved and perfectly formed vulva. Some of those in the front row would be near enough to smell her most intimate scent but still she was off limits to them. It was an intoxicating feeling. James turned to face the audience again and fell into a deep squat, cupping her left tit with one hand and fondling his pussy with the other. The audience was lapping this up. It was a perfect moment of power and pride for James until..

"Encore!"