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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.

Havana may be new to this country and not know English too well . . . But one thing she DOES know without a doubt is how much men (no matter what race or color) dig on her epic-sized titties with their equally big, chocolate-colored aereolas. Boys and men alike — and even a few of the local whores — would practically chase Havana whenever she would visit the Mexican village near her parent’s farm home. She even adored her chi-chis and would constantly fondle and suck on them while skinny dipping in the river. One day she got smart enough to start charging the high school boys just to look at them. Her business soon flourished when she began to charge double to touch them . . . And double THAT just to suck on one of them.

This was how Havana saved up enough money to help her sneak across the border. Once in Los Angeles, staying with relatives, she realized how important it was to learn English if she wanted a good job. She began tending night school and initially had trouble picking up the language. It soon got so bad that it seemed like she might get kicked out of the class . . . That was until she decided after class to approached her English teacher, who was constantly leering down her blouse. All it took was a quick lesson in body language for Havana to not only get an A but also found herself a job as his teacher’s assistant.

Maria had always acted like Halloween was a stupid holiday. It was just a day when kids would dress up in silly costumes just to go begging for crappy candy. Even growing up as little girl she would mock anybody who participated in such activities. But in actuality Maria kept to herself a very private secret about October 31st . . . It made her hornier than a bunny on Viagra. Once that clock struck 12:01 a.m. the night before she could barely keep her hands free of fingerbanging herself while imagining all the prospects of anonymous sex that awaited her in the next twenty-four period. Maria herself would never wear a costume but she would dress and make herself up until she was the hottest piece of ass around. Then she would spend the entire day walking around, picking out random guy with a cool costume and then fuck them silly at some semi-private location before searching out her next “incognito cock”.

And this year seemed like it would be the best one yet as Maria had barely made it a block down before spotting the guy in the Frankenstein costume returning to his house after getting the mail. She stepped right through the open door without knocking. Before he could voice any sort of objection Marie whipped out his cock and sucked him off right then and there. Maria then lead him into his backyard and then within seconds had him pumping her drenched pussy on the lawn.

A short time later Maria was back on the prowl, looking to give away more of her goodies . . . Especially since it was just as much of a treat to her.

We guys think we’re pretty fucking clever. We insist on having our “guys’ night out” which we know will pretty consist of getting drunk, hitting a strip joint, spending all our money on lap dances and then try to negotiate for some stripper pussy with a credit card (that has an insane 25% interest rate). We then sneak into the bedroom late reeking of booze, cigarettes and knockoff perfume. As we slip into bed beside our sleeping wife/girlfriend we’re pretty proud of ourselves for once again getting away with shit like this.

However, what we don’t know . . . Until now at least . . . is what all our girlfriends are up to all that time. We imagine when they get together its to sip wine, watch THE NOTEBOOK (again!) and discuss what awesome boyfriends we are. In actuality, as you will see from the clip above, these young ladies slip out of their clothes, play with their latest “toys” (and strap-ons) and proceed to fuck each other with the ruthlessness of prison inmates.

So the next time you’re having one of those “guys’ night out” keep in mind what’s going at that “girls’ night in” . . . And the many different things going IN to your GIRL.

Josh has adored Sara Stone ever since she came onto the porn scene. What was there not to adore? An angelic face. Blonde, cascading hair. Smooth, porcelain skin. A full, round ass. But more than anything she had THOSE TITS. Those magnificent and massive 36DD sweater kittens! And best of all THEY WERE REAL! No store bought here! These funbags were home-grown!

So when he heard that she would be making a signing appearance at a video store in the Valley, Josh cleared his schedule (Work, eating, morning jerk-off session) and rushed on over. Unfortunately for him Sara Stone had ALOT of fans, enough to go all the day down the block. Josh got at the end of the long-ass line but it proved a futile effort. He had arrived a little too late when the cut off point for signings ended on the douchebag in front of him . . . FUCK! A deflated Josh was offered the chance to enter some contest where he’d win Sara Stone’s bra or some shit like that. He filled out the entry slip without looking at it, went home and did his afternoon jerk-off session to — What else? — A Sara Stone porn.

Two weeks later, Josh was shocked, actually downright fucking flabbergasted, when he opened his front door and saw Sara Stone, herself, was the one knocking. She flashed him a warm smile and told Josh he’d won the contest, which he’d already forgot about. He gained enough courage to ask what he won. Sara smiled again and said ”What else? A titty fuck from yours truly!”

As Josh slipped his cock between those two glorious mounds of flesh, he imagined this was what it was like to fuck a cloud. He nearly came several times but held back as Sara performed some amazing titty magic on his cock . . . Especially after she promised that if he was a good boy and didn’t cum to soon she’d generously give him a piece of the pussy too.

When Josh slipped his meat into a bent-forward Sara’s throbbing hot box, he was overwhelmed with instant euphoria. He was beyond cumming and on his way to a goddamn religious experience. If pounding Sara’s tits had felt like a cloud, pumping her cunt make him feel like he was fucking an angel.