Voluptuous was the best way to describe Alanna, with those massive, all-natural triple-E titties and fully rounded hips. And that’s just the way her Romeo liked it too. Instead of all those skinny bitch Playboy playmates and Hustler Honeys, he had grown up worshipping the pin-up models of the 50s — Marilyn Monroe and Betty Page. REAL women who took great pride in their curvaceous figures and healthy bodies. And that’s how he felt about all about Alanna after first meeting her He practically came in his pants upon seeing how she filled out a Cashmere sweater and tight jeans.
Alanna knew all this about Romeo, which is why she had gone and bought something he would REALLY enjoy — A genuine corset, not like the cheap shit you’d buy at Hot Topic, either. It was a beautiful shade of deep blue and somehow made her boobs look even BIGGER than they’re natural size. It even made her horny when she checked herself out in the mirror wearing it . . . Before Alanna knew it she was laid out on her bed, thick legs spread as her fingers explored the deeper regions of her juicy cunt.
She came hard while imagining how her boyfriend would show his gratefulness to her. Alanna knew that tonight this REAL woman would enjoy Romeo fucking her like a REAL man.
Dr. Bailey had never seen someone with such a severe case of Germophobia as his psychiatric patient Annabella. She literally carried around a box of baby wipes that she would use on every single surface they touched — Door handles, keys, steering wheel . . . Even other people’s hands! So he was deeply concerned when she arrived for her therapy session looking pretty depressed. She then relayed to him that her condition was getting worse in that it was starting to affect her love life, as well. Whenever she would think about all the germs exchanged during sex, Annabella would become so disgusted that she’d couldn’t have sex with her husband.
“Have you enjoyed sex in the past, Annabella?” asked Doctor Bailey.
She shrugged with apprehension, “It was okay. Its just that his cock is kind of small . . . But even worse he doesn’t even know how to use what he does have”.
This gave the Doctor an idea. “Annabella, if you truly trust me as your therapist I believe I have a solution to several of your problems. But please be aware that this cure could be shocking to you.”
“I’ll do ANYTHING to feel better, Doctor Bailey”, she replied, nearly in tears.
He appeared directly before her, gazed deep into her eyes as he unzipped his pants and displayed his cock to her.
Annabella was stunned, face flushed. She had no idea how to react . . . However, the rest of her body didn’t seem to have any problem, sending a wave of arousal surging through her body and down to her instantly moistening pussy. She also couldn’t stop staring at the damn thing — It was only semi-hard and yet still twice the size of her husbands puny man-tool. Another surge of horniness ran through her as she wondered aloud “What if he knows how to use it, too?”
Taking his cue, Doctor Bailey shoved his meat-stick into her mouth. As he fucked her throat, it swelled to full capacity and almost choked out Annabella with its girth. However, it didn’t take long for her to learn herself a steady rhythm that pleased them both . . .
After nearly an hour of pounding an elated Annabella’s pussy, Doctor Bailey decided now was the time for her treatment — He rammed his dick in her ass and now pummeled her pretty, pink asshole as well.
Annabella was joyous, loving every inch of it. Her body tensed up as she felt her first orgasm in ages coming on . . . And it was gonna be a big one. With precise timing, the good doctor removed his cock just as Annabelle exploded with sexual rapture. He rolled her over and shoot his load all over her pretty face. She was so caught up in her ecstacy that Annabella hungrily lapped up all the cum . . .
And then resumed sucking Doctor Bailey’s cock, forgetting that it had been up her shitter no more than a few seconds before.
Needless to say, the treatment worked. Annabella had overcome her germ phobia and was now capable of living a normal life . . . Except for the fact that in the process she had been turned into a nymphomania. But Doctor Bailey didn’t mind continuing to treat her since he knew she’s always be able to pay her bill in SOME WAY.
What is it about knee-high leather boots? You don’t see them around as much as you use to (unless, like myself, most of your waking hours are spent in a strip club). But that doesn’t make them any less hot . . . As a matter of facts its all the more exciting when you are lucky enough to catch a glimpse of
some delicious vixen wearing a pair of those boots. So what is it about them that has you constantly jacking off to that framed movie poster of PRETTY WOMAN (which features a young, hot and moist Julia Roberts in a pair of white ones) hanging on your wall? Is it the way they not only compliment but reshape a girl’s legs? Their smooth, soft leather material? Its provocative zipper, running up the side? Or the painful promises of those sharp, severe heels?
In the clip above, the sexy Raven seems to know the secret but she’s not telling. She works those boots like they’re a pair of sexy weapons . . . And ready to go into full action at any given moment.
So now go and enjoy, you heel!
Chrystina’s girlfriends had been trying to get her to go out ever since divorce. All they would get was some sort of half-assed excuse, usually that she couldn’t get a babysitter for the kids. But when one of the friends offered her own mother as a sitter, Chrystina had no excuse and agreed to some partying that Friday night. She then spent the rest of the week in a frantic search for the right clothes and makeup for the big night ahead. Because the truth was Chrystina was terrified about being back out there on the single’s scene again. She knew she use to be a hot piece of ass . . . But sadly that was two kids, one divorce and fifteen years ago. And to make matters worse, Chrystina now found herself hornier than ever. She never even wanted to fuck this much when she was a slutty teen. Now every night she was fantasizing about random hard cocks and wet pussies overtaking control of all her orifices while in real life Chrystal wore through another set of batteries with her “rabbit”. There were times when she had to get off three or four times before she could finally get a good night’s rest. So, yeah, Chrystal was secretively REALLY looking forward to that night out on the town . . .
If you’ve ever seen the amazing fuck work of lithe, fresh-faced (Which have gotta come from all those “natural protein shakes” and facials) Sasha Grey, you have to wonder how she is such a whore extraordinaire at only 20-years-old! This little girls takes cock in any and all her sweet holes like its her birth right. And while taking every fucking inch pounded into her, Sasha looks (and often dresses) like the nastiest little schoolgirl ever. So how does she do it?
Why practice, practice, practice, of course.
Before becoming porn’s own “Pussy Princess”, Sasha had the lowly position of a temp. She would find herself being sent to a different office nearly every day and then forced to suffer the cubicle blues. So to endure her own continuous boredom Sasha would instead alleviate fellow employees/bosses/ janitors/copy boy/etc. of their blue balls. It wasn’t long before she realized how much better it would be to taking dick over dictation.
In the clip above, we get a glimpse of her delivering one of her farewell blowjobs (along with a like-minded slutty co-worker) to a boss. Next stop Hollywood! . . . Well, more like Chatsworth.
Princess was so proud of herself. Back in May she was horrified to see how fat she looked after slipping into a bikini and checking herself out in the mirror. Her summer was now completely fucked. And to make matters worse a really cute guy, Paul, had moved in downstairs. They had exchanged small talk in the laundry room a few times but she could tell he had no interest in her . . . Especially after catching sight of her granny-panties in the dryer.
It was after that embarrassing afternoon that Princess dragged her fat ass to the gym. She went every day and worked out for two hours at a time. In addition she put herself on a strict diet of almost nothing but gratefruit and oatmeal. But she had finally lost all the weight in three months and looked fucking hot. Princess was especially proud of her all natural 36DD tits, which most women would have killed for.
Pretending she need to borrow some laundry detergent, she slips into a pair of short-shorts and a baby-T that put her curvy body on full display for Paul. His surprised reaction was even better than she could’ve hoped for when he answered the door. But before Princess could say anything, she got really dizzy and nearly collapsed into his arms. He helped her over to the couch and asked if she was alright. Princess explains how she must’ve got been a little too gung-ho about her diet. Not even bothering to hide the fact he was openly staring at her camel toe, he flashed his dirtiest smile and asked “Maybe all you need is more protein in your diet. And I can DEFINITELY do something about that” . . .
Despite being barely a few years old, Heather was very unhappy in her marriage to Glenn. He just didn’t seem to have the passion he once while they were both attending St. Agnes Catholic High School . . . Not the full four years exactly but that one special day they shared. Whenever Glenn was away on business, Heather liked to slip into the plaid skirt from her old uniform and fingerbang herself as she salaciously remembered . . .
It was one morning during her senior year that Heather arrived late for school because of the rain. She had missed morning confession and wanted to get it over with even though she really had nothing special to confess. Heather entered the church and discovered Father Stephens nowhere to be found, except for a jotted down Post-It on the confession booth saying “Back In Ten Minutes”. With her first class already half over she head nothing better to do but enter the dark booth and wait for him. She wasn’t there more than a few seconds before Heather realized someone indeed was on the other side making odd sounds. It was definitely a male and he was breathing heavy and shallow. A concerned Heather started to call out Father Stephen’s name . . . Until suddenly she realized what was going on. She recognized that kind of panting from whenever her brother locked his door. An amused Heather would sometimes eavesdropping to his jerking off and then mercilessly ridicule him about it afterwards.
Heather’s face suddenly flushed, fully realizing someone was playing with themselves in the confessional! Besides being male, the tone also sounded like someone younger . . . A fellow student!
She couldn’t see who it was because the screen was closed from the other side. And she continued to listen on the inside of the booth felt hotter, stuffy even, to Heather . . . But as a warm wetness soiled her white panties, Heather realize she was actually the one in heat. Despite the surge of deep guilt (or was it because of it?!) she joined in with the mystery masturbator. Hiking up her skirt and yanking down her panties Heather rested her bare ass against the kneeler, resting her spread legs against the booth’s cramped walls. Her fingers started to act of their own volition — A few of them playfully teasing her clit while several more plunged themselves deep, deep into her sopping cunt.
Despite her attention to remain quite, a guttural moan escaped Heather. She was also too embedded in her own pleasure to notice the male grunting immediately ceasing. It was now her breath that now become so labored she almost didn’t her confession booth door open. ALMOST. She looked over to see a male figure, dressed in a student’s uniform, standing in its open doorway. His face, however, was hidden in the shadow of the booth.
Heather, flushed red with embarrassment, threw down her skirt. But before she could even start to stammer out an excuse he was in the booth with her, shutting the door behind him. She then felt her skirt flap right back up again, followed instantly by rock-hard cock thrusting into her throbbing pussy. Heather wrapped her hands around his neck, legs around his ass and held on for dear life as she experienced a downright volatile fuck session that ended several minutes later. Exhausted, she remained momentarily frozen in place as he exited the booth without saying anything . . . Unless you count the sound of his zipper closing shut.
Once she could use her legs again, Heather quickly composed herself and scurried out of the booth, and then the church . . . That was when she collided into Glenn, who she barely recognized from the school hallways. But there was something secretive in his smile convincing Heather they had just shared the same secret. It was after that they became a couple throughout the rest of Senior year and through college as well.
Back in the present, Heather came as hard as she always did when recalling “the morning”. But after all these years, a tinge of uncertainty came upon her. Why hadn’t sex with Glenn ever been like that again? And although it was their shared little secret, why hadn’t he ever mentioned the confessional booth? Could she have ended up with the wrong man? And if it was how long would it be until her high school reunion?!
We should all have such first dates as Franco. It had started when his kid sister had told him that her B-F-F Joelle has had a crush on him. Franco had met Joelle bet didn’t think much of her. Even though she had some amazing funbags, she just looked too sweet and innocent for him to imagine pounding his pudd into her. And to make matters even worse she was painfully shy around him. This was why Franco repeatedly turned down his sister’s request to take Joelle on a date. But after like the hundredth time of hearing her bitch and whine he agreed to it. Franco figured he’d take her out for a quick dinner then dump her off and go out on a serious trim hunt with his boys.
That Friday night Franco picked up Joelle for their “date”. And despite himself, he had to admit she did look kinda hot and yummy. It helped that even though she wore a big sweater those big titties were still noticeable. She squeaked out a nervous “Hi” as she climbed into his car, which was pretty the entire conversation to the restaurant.
Inside the restaurant it was pretty empty since they were there so early. Joelle inexplicably asked for a booth near the back of the place. Franco wasn’t paying much attention since he just wanted to get the whole thing the hell over with . . . At least that was until the middle of dinner. Joelle suddenly looked him square in the eye and said with a surprising sense of confidence “You know, Franco, I’m not nearly as shy as you think I might be”. Amused and bored, he decided to play along with her little game, replying “Oh yeah, then prove it, Joelle”. She then proceeded to do just that . . . AND THEM SOME . . .
Franco was dizzy with disbelief as she yanked up her sweater and bra, putting those mouthwatering mammories on fully display like they were the next course. He felt his cock go instantly rigid in his pants, nearly ripping through his jeans. Without an ounce of hesitation, Joelle whipped it out and proceeded to suck down his meat-steak like it was her last meal. As Franco felt like he was about to fill her mouth with a generous glob of his man-made sour cream, Joelle proved to have one more surprise for him. FUCKING huge, in fact! She lifted up her skirt, yanked her red panties aside and pulled him into her. Franco fucked her as long as he could until the management started to look back suspiciously . . .
They quickly readjusted their clothes and resumed eating their meals, wearing exaggerated looks of innocence. Joelle looks her expression long enough to flash him her dirtiest smile and say, “Lets just be sure to leave some room for dessert, Franco”.
While working out at the health club, adorable Marlene found herself constantly being hit on by guys. Those that didn’t have the balls to talk to her would stare at her nubile body with open lust. And while Marlene did love men sometimes it just got to her being treated like that. So she would go up to the third floor where only women were allowed to work out.
While doing just that one morning, Marlene happen to take notice a woman . . . And what a woman. Tall, blonde and sexy as all fuck. Her toned but curvaceous figure was prominently on display in a skintight Lycra catsuit. Ironically it was Marlene who was now the one who was staring . . . With her eyes repeatedly gazing down at the woman’s prominent camel toe. It almost seemed as if the pursed lips of her cunt were beckoning for Marlene’s mouth –
Marlene shoot herself from her daydream, completely startled by it. She had never been with a woman or even had much interest . . . Until now. She attempted to resume with her workout but repeatedly found herself “accidentally” rubbing the exercise equipment between her legs. It got so bad that Marlene suddenly discovered a huge cumstain all over her sweat shorts. She scurried out, completely mortified.
In the locker room, she took a cold shower . . . Yet despite this she could still feel her pussy was on white-hot fire. Even a quick fingering session under the water did nothing to diminish her arousal. So Marlene quickly dressed and hurried to rush home and give her boyfriend the fuck of his life –
While stepping out the health club, she bumped into someone . . . And was shocked to discover it was HER. The woman, now also dressed in street clothes, offered Marlene a pleasant smile. Despite her nervousness Marlene offered up an equally pleasant “Hello”.
“I always get so thirsty after a good workout. How about you?”
A lightheaded Marlene could barely nod her head.
“How about we get something to quench your thirst . . . And mine.” As the last two words escaped her full lips, her hand casually slipped between Marlene’s legs. Her legs nearly gave out beneath her.
It was now two months later and Marlene was still going to Dahlia’s place for “special training” three or four times a week. And the good news now was that her boyfriend started showing some interest in getting in shape. She could hardly wait to take him over to Dahlia’s for some fierce working out . . . After all, no pain no gain, right?
You know those cable shows they throw together featuring supposedly racy, “uncensored” commercials from around the world? While some of the ads are pretty damn amusing, they’re actually about as sexy and provocative as those ancient b&w “cheesecake” pics of your grandma wearing those knee-length bathing suits (Unless you’re into that kind of sick shit, ya freak!).
But the clip above could easily be used as the real deal. The stars are big blue-eyed redhead Brand and . . . A cock (Being uncredited it could belong to anyone from Bruce Willis to that creepy guy living in your alley). While a bored Brandi flips through a magazine within “spitting difference” of it, the meat muscle is being pumped at full steam ahead until . . . SPOILER ALERT! . . . A splooge of “population pudding” splashes all over the side of her face. Brandi’s baby face suddenly lights up like she’s getting to go shopping with Hannah Montana.
With that the ad almost writes itself . . . 100 % ALL-NATURAL HAPPY FACE FACIAL CREAM — IT WON’T JUST PUT A SMILE ON YOUR FACE BUT YOUR BOYFRIEND’S TOO. NOW IN NEW PINEAPPLE JUICE FLAVORED!
