Fashion Model Mom #2 - Suburban Topless Moms (Patreon)

Helene, the fearless beauty, couldn't resist the allure of another nude runway show.

The sensation of baring it all in front of an audience had awakened a primal desire within her, and she craved more. The last runway show was the perfect opportunity to discover her exhibitionistic tendencies and experience the sheer thrill of being completely exposed.

She relished the newfound exhilaration coursing through her veins. The world had become her stage, and she was ready to embrace every opportunity to bare her alluring form to the ravenous eyes of the audience.

From living in seclusion and silence in American suburbia, her awakening beckoned her to want nothing more than the lustful eyes of millions on every inch of her skin. Seeing the dirty thoughts on everyone’s faces as she strut down the runway.

Scores of men and women, worshipping her ass, gorging on her breasts, breathing in her pussy, groping and grabbing at her on that public catwalk - all in their fantasies - and clear as day in their stares and faces mere feet away from her.

Provoking that lust was nothing short of orgasmic for Helene now.

As the invitation to a new runway show arrived, Helene's heart skipped a beat. This time, a gemstone and jewellery had come knocking at the door, with a similar proposal.

“Wear nothing but the product.”

The allure of showcasing her naked splendour, the shimmering gemstones, the delicate dance of light reflecting off the earrings as she indulged in her new found zest for exhibitionism, the thought once again ignited a fire within her, as she accepted without a moment’s hesitation.

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The day of the show arrived, Helene stands backstage, adorned with nothing but the sparkling emerald earrings that cascaded from her delicate earlobes. Her body glistening with anticipation and a sprinkle of shimmering body oil. The large room hums with excitement as the air crackles with anticipation. The moment has arrived. The lights dim, casting a spotlight on the runway, and the audience holds their breath.

Helene takes her first step, her bare feet gliding effortlessly on the polished runway. Her every movement is a dance, a celebration of her body and the exquisite jewels that flicker like the dew on her skin. The soft music guides her, syncing with the rhythm of her heartbeat.

As she struts down the runway, the lights catch the jewels, casting dazzling reflections across the room. Every step she takes accentuates her curves, amplifying the sensuality of her nakedness.

Her hips swaying from side to side, carrying her large and voluminous bare ass to and fro, the steps and gait of her walk allowing for the most enrapturing, soft bouncing in her thighs and bottom.

The audience watches in awe, their eyes fixated on every inch of her.

With each step she took, the earrings swayed and danced, a fitting complement to the rest of  Helene’s body - as age and motherhood had blessed her with an ample bosom. Large by anyone’s standards, they were titanic in the eyes of the world of fashion.

Fat and full, and heavy, but round and firm, warm and inviting, they danced and swung with the gait of her walk, they gracefully slid from side to side like hefty pendulums - their round shape catching light and shadow, casting playful glimmers of light with the glitter that adorned her. Her body seemed to glisten with the same beguiling sheen as the stones framing her icy, piercing gaze.

The crowd held its breath, captivated by the mesmerising synergy of naked flesh and gleaming adornments. They were unable to tear their eyes away from her radiant form. Helene revelled in their rapt attention, feeling an exhilarating rush of power surge through her.

As she reached the end of the runway, Helene paused, letting the audience savour the sight of her adorned nakedness. She revelled in the symphony of gasps, murmurs, and fervent whispers that filled the room. The world had become her stage, and she was the queen of this intoxicating spectacle.

The combination of her nakedness and the exquisite jewellery created an enchanting visual spectacle. The audience, enraptured by the decadent display, was bewitched.

Whispers of desire rippled through the crowd, their hearts pounding in sync with the tantalising rhythm of her strides.

Helene bathed in the intoxicating aura of adoration, basking in the knowledge that she had ignited an insatiable hunger within those who beheld her. The thrill of exhibitionism, the potent cocktail of vulnerability and empowerment, coursed through her veins like liquid fire.

And as she gracefully exited the stage, her body enveloped in the resounding applause, Helene yearned for more. She craved the intoxicating rush of the spotlight, the exhilaration of unveiling her naked self

Every second out there, she was begging someone to make good on their imagination - someone, ANYONE, make love to her on that stage. Proving that the draw of her sizable, soft, supple, divine body, was stronger than any sense of decorum or respectability the world of high fashion said to uphold.

Turning scores of the so-called “high society” into nothing but animals in heat.

But alas, so long as she was just as intimidating as she was arousing, she’d have to settle for her own fingers backstage. As wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure proved to Helene that she yearned to push the boundaries further, to explore the depths of her exhibitionistic nature. That there was nothing more exhilarating to her as being naked, and being seen naked by hundreds of people at a time.

The world had become her playground, and unlike before, this time she was never going to stop.

She was never leaving the runways ever again.

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