2008-Mar-31 - Traci The Maid

Traci had gotten a job as a maid in a rich man's house. She
looked just like any
blond 26-year old woman - long legs, slender waist and high size
C breasts. She
had a heart-shaped face and giggled at all the right times.
Only Traci had a secret
that nobody at her knew job knew about - she had a 6" cock!

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Traci sort of liked cleaning, and they gave her a uniform to wear
at work, like a
french maid's uniform only less revealing. Traci liked to
tease the men in the
house and was always finding ways to show more leg or a little more
cleavage.
She had also taken to wearing a garterbelt and stockings to work
so she could
show off her thighs over the top of the stockings.

The master of the house was out of town a lot, but she still had
the two gardners,
a major domo and a couple other men to entice as she happily straightened
and
dusted and cleaned. All in all, it was a good job - reasonable
work, good pay, and
friendly staff.

One day, after Traci had been working there for about two months,
the master
of the house came into the library as she was dusting books.
He sat down at his
desk and began opening files and looking at papers. Traci
peeked at him as she
dusted. He was very attractive, with a neatly trimmed beard,
dark hair and a
very athletic build. Traci felt very mischievous.

She made sure to dust the top books (how would he know they had already
been
dusted today?). That way, whenever he looked up, he would
see her black nylons,
garterbelt and white thighs. He would also see her black lace
panties. It excited
Traci to think about exciting this rich, powerful, attractive man.
She felt her cock
stir and tried to think about something else. An erection,
she thought, would ruin
her feminine appeal.

She made a little more rustling noise than usual, so that several
times the master
was interupted from his work to look up at her. She hoped
she was getting to him.
She must have been, because finally he said "Come here. I
want to talk to you".
He sounded stern and serious.

Traci got down off her ladder, showing as much leg as possible.
She also smiled,
showing her dimples. When she stood in front on the desk,
she noticed that he
was not smiling. She began to feel a little nervous.

"Traci" he began, standing and looking down at her "how long have
you been
working here?"

"About two months, sir" Traci responded in a soft voice.

"And have you been happy working here so far?" he asked her, looking
directly into her eyes.

"Yes, sir" Traci responded, letting her eyes drop.

"I pay a lot of money for people to look after my home and my comfort
so that
I can attend to my business interests" he went on. "And you
are distracting me
from those business interests" he told her. "Do you wish to
continue in your em-
ployment here?"

"Yes, please" Traci responded nervously. This was getting pretty
serious!

"Well, then, you must be punished for disturbing me so that you will
remember
not to do it again" he told her, walking over to where she stood
and towering
over her. "Can you understand this?"

"Yes, sir" Traci said again, feeling frightened.

He took a ruler from his desk and pulled up her skirt! Before
Traci could
believe what he was doing, whack! WHACK! went the ruler against
her tender
white bottom. It HURT!

Traci looked over at the master of the house - he looked faintly
amused. He
reached over and bent her over, exposing her butt through her lace
panties.
Then he brought down the ruler three more times!

"Will you disturb me while I am working again?" he asked her.

"No, sir" Traci answered sulkily.

"Good girl!" he told her (rather like she was a dog, Traci thought
resentfully).
Then he sat down on his reading chair. "Come here" he told
her firmly.

Traci went over to the big stuffed chair a little reluctantly.
When she reached it,
he turned her around and pulled up her skirt again. Then he
gently stroked her
poor ass. It stung like fire, but as he stroked her punished
flesh, Traci found
herself growing excited. He continued to pet her bottom for a minute,
then as his
hand moved further forward, he found something he didn't expect.

Traci felt the master's fingers touch her balls and knew she was
truly exposed.
What would he do now?

He surprised her. He kept stroking her testicles, teasing them
and squeezing.
Then he would move back to soothing her stinging bottom. Back
and forth for
several minutes. Traci couldn't control her excitement.

She found herself pulled over his knees in the classic spanking position,
but
he simply pulled her panties up into her crack and played with her
buttocks
and her testicles. Traci found herself squirming across his
lap as he teased
and tantalized her flesh. He reached one hand down and firmly
pinched one
of her hard nipples, then squeezed her breast.

Traci moaned, a wave of embarrassment filling her that became even
more
excitement.

"That's right, little girl" said the man whose lap she lay across.
"Moan for
me. Show me how powerless you are to your Master. Surrender
yourself to
me and be my helpless little slave".

No one had ever treated Traci like that before, but she found herself
responding
helplessly, the words stirring her most erotic feelings. Her
ass helplessly pointed
in the air, he pulled down her panties and pulled apart her asscheeks,
exposing her
tight puckered anus.

Her cock was rubbing against his legs as she felt his fingers tease
her anal opening.
Traci squirmed some more, sexual tension not allowing her to remain
still.

"I want you to show me you will do what I ask of you on command"

he told her, teasing
her ass hole with his finger as his other hand moved from one of
her breasts to the other.
"I am going to penetrate you and you are going to cum for me, aren't
you?" he asked
her in a superior, teasing voice.

"Yes, sir" she responded in a voice so passionate she was further
embarrassed.

"You will call me Master from now on" he told her, squeezing a nipple
painfully
and making her jump. "Do you understand?"

"Yes, Master" Traci responded quickly, anxious to avoid further punishment.

"Very good" her master told her, tweaking her nipples together and
making her
cock throb with excitement.

Then, without warning, his dry fingers pried apart her tiny opening,
cruely violating
her anus and making her cry out with pain.

"I want you to move back and forth on my lap" he told her, not removing
his
punishing fingers. "I am going to make you like what I am
doing to you", he told
her, his other hand stroking first one nipple, then the other.

Traci had no choice but to move on his lap, and as she did, her cock
rubbed
against his pant leg, causing her to be stimulated. She kept
rubbing and he
opened her ass wider and wider, hurting and exciting her more and
more.

Then, when Traci felt she could not stand it any longer, he pulled
his fingers out a little
and plunged them in! "Cum for me NOW" he said to her.
"Cum for your
Master".

And Traci felt her balls spasm and her cock start to shoot hot thick
cum
as her ass was roughtly violated and her tits were teased.
Again and
again, she shot her shemale load onto his pant leg, humiliation
and pain
adding to her horniness.

When it was over, she went back to work with a sore bottom and a
little
smile on her face.

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2008-Mar-31 - The Inventor??™s New Toy

Her past experiences in finding new and exciting ways to get off while alone have left her frustrated with the fact that although she likes to feel the stimulation of a vibrator on her clit while at the same time plunging dildos into her pussy and ass, she physically doesn’t have enough hands to accomplish this simultaneously - especially when she is also trying to hold the phone to share her enjoyment. So, necessity being the mother of invention, she designs a tri-stimulator…a large, pliable life-like cock with a smaller rotating butt plug and a clit vibrator all in one. Her first attempt to build this is not very pretty to look at, but oh, the sensations it causes are wonderful.
When the time is right, she decides to look for investors to back mass production of this amazing contraption. She gathers a small group of suits into the board room and proceeds with the usual business-like presentation: sketches, charts, cost analysis, sales projections, business plan…all that dry, boring shit that makes one’s eyes glaze over. She talks with enthusiasm about the “Tri-Sti”, trying to convey how wonderful it is, and the enjoyment it will bring to women and men alike - the usual sales pitch. Despite her efforts, she can tell she’s losing their interest and decides that if she can’t tell them how good it is, she can certainly show them.

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While continuing to talk, she moves around the room, slowly unbuttoning her jacket, removes it and lays it across the back of a chair, then methodically opens the buttons of her blouse. The gentlemen perk up considerably as she slips her skirt down and tosses it aside. Within moments she is standing before them, stripped down to her undergarments - a dark plum teddy and black silk stockings. She raises her foot onto the seat of a chair and slides her hand along her leg and over her pussy. All eyes are focused on her and the men begin shifting in their seats. She smiles and settles into the chair, propping her heels against the edge of the table. Before the men know what is happening, she brings out her home-made version, turns it on and starts rubbing it across her slit. She closes her eyes at the pleasure she’s feeling as the wetness begins to gather. Before long she is plunging the largest dildo into her pussy and turns the speed up on the clit vibrator. She is moaning and grinning and running her tongue across her lips, her hips moving in circles the harder she thrusts. To give her audience a better view, she crawls seductively into the middle of the table on her hands and knees and positions the toy between her throbbing lips. Slowly she leans back and lowers herself onto the cock head, sinking it fully into her hot tunnel. She pushes down further until the smaller rod slips past her sphincter causing her to gasp with delight. She increases the speed of the clit vibrations as far as they will go and begins to rock and plunge faster and faster. She throws her head back with a groan and runs her hands up to squeeze her voluptuous melons together, bringing them to her mouth to suck and bite the soft flesh. She bobs and writhes on the protrusions embedded inside her, bringing her to a shuddering climax.
All five guys find themselves so engrossed in watching her get off that they don’t realize that each one of them has released their raging cocks from their zippers and are intensely stroking away. First one, then another begin to murmur encouragement to her as she hits her peak and continues to spill her sweetness over the table. Her gasps are mixed with their groans of pleasure as they all blow their heavy loads, coating their hands, their pants, the table as well as her body. Needless to say, they are all convinced of the viability of her invention and clamor to sign the cum-soaked contract laid out before them.

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2008-Mar-31 - September Scott - Horny Rubber Ducky

Rubber ducky you’re the one, you make bath time lots of fun. LOL. At least this rubber ducky does. Lots of adult fun. Check out these free pictures of me with my new bath buddy. This rubber ducky, isn’t your average rubber ducky. If you look close you’ll see he’s wearing this wild bondage outfit. But that’s not it! This guy vibrates too! Tonight, I brought him in the jacuzzi with me. It had been a long day and I needed some of his stress reliving magic. He’s perfect in the hot water. I put him between my legs and he knows just how to please me. His vibrations run through my entire body, making me feel good and making me forget about my stress.

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2008-Mar-31 - Movie Gallery From Dirty Lesbian Sex

These two may look just like friends to anyone who sees them but when they get behind closed doors you can see that there is more than just friendship here. These two understand each other’s need for pleasure and they don’t need boys for what they want

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2008-Mar-31 - Marina Mendoza - Showing Off Her Sexy Body

My current boyfriend is a tad bit on the rich on the side. He has a little too much money and I swear that I'm not a gold digger but I don't mind when he acts like my sugar daddy. Anyways, I was waiting for him to get rady one day and sat down in this chair. I didn't believe him when he told me it was a $40,000 chair. I guess it's some rare antique. I thought it would be a perfect place to do a photo shoot. He wasn't so sure, but once I started taking off my clothes, he changed his mind. Click here to see the sample videos from my photo shoot in the expensive chair. I love showing off my curvy teen body - especially my large boobs. But since you guys have been so good, I decided to show off my pussy as I rubbed myself to an orgasm.

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2008-Mar-30 - Mackenzie Kayne - Brand New Pictures

Hey, check out these pictures from my latest photo set that I just uploaded to my website, Mackenzie Kayne. I remember I used to be sooooo nervous in front of the camera. Now, it almost feels more natural to me than when I’m not getting my photo taken. But just because it isn’t new, doesn’t mean it isn’t exciting. I still get so turned on during my photo shoots. Sometimes, my panties are even wet before the camera is even set up. I love showing off my body, I really love knowing so many guys are going to be enjoying my pictures and videos.

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2008-Mar-30 - Movie Gallery From Asian Sluts

He couldn’t believe his luck; somehow he had managed to talk his way into a session with a high class Asian whore who was hungry for some big hard cock. He promised her the fuck of her life and that’s exactly what the horny bitch got.

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2008-Mar-30 - Marina licks the competition!

Marina is one of those girls who likes to play dress up and fantasize. So since we wanted her to have fun we dressed her up and let her act of an old Russian tale where a princess asks a magic mirror who is the most beautiful. The answer is someone else (I won't say who) so the princess summons this other girl and that’s pretty much where the fairy tale ends and the hot lesbian sex begins!! You have got to see this one because the innocence of these girls and the hot sex will blow your mind, and your wad!

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2008-Mar-30 - Marina Mendoza - Pool Shark Slut

Believe it or not, I'm a bit of a pool shark. I may not look the role, but I've been playing since I was little. I'll warn guys that I'm pretty good but they'll just laugh it off. They don't think a teen with looks like mine and a body like mine can play pool. Oh, I definitely can. And if start getting behind I'm not afraid to use my looks and body to distract my opponent.

Today, I have a very sexy photo gallery to share with you. I went to my favorite pool hall a couple of days ago but I wasn't going to play pool. I was there to do a very sexy strip tease. I love showing off my curvy teen body, but what I really love is playing with sticks. Not the pool stick this time, my dildo that I slid into my tight teen pussy.

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2008-Mar-30 - Demon Of The Water

White water rushed down to caress her body with soft hands. The torrents eased each of her tired muscles as they splashed against the firmness of her skin. The minute she had arrived home, she needed, yearned to be held by the demon of the water. The water was almost an entity to her, always welcomed her into his kingdom. She had created a temple to his honor. 700 square feet of her 6,700 square foot home was one huge bathroom. It was her bathroom. Ever since she was small, she had loved water falls. She had many dreams of bathing under a water fall and enjoying the erotic pleasures of the water. She had designed her bathroom herself. In the dead center of the room was a large Greek sunken in tub, the size of a small pool. Along with her love of water she loved nature. Above the pool was a display of quartz and granite rocks, tucked into the wall near the ceiling. From the cluster of rocks, torrents of water fell into the pool. The water re-circulated and purified its self as it traveled the maze of the complex purification system. All the soaps and shampoos used were specially designed to be biodegradable and easily erased from the water through the purification system. Around the pool was an Amazon of trees and exotic flowers. There were sheltered areas near the pool were she could comfortably lounge and relax. Her favorite place was directly under the torrents of water that seemingly fell from the heavens. The water fall also played the roll of a shower, though she could never remember a time she had a “quick” shower after designing her water kingdom. Very few were ever admitted in her water kingdom or her home.

After the whooping success of her first series of short stories, she had decided it was time to buy a home in a relaxing area. Someplace that enabled her to work freely and release her creative juices. She had been writing soft porno for nearly a decade now. Her stories were becoming increasingly more popular and the demand was extremely hard to fill. Due to the proximity of the varies editors which demanded her work, she had decided on a plot of land which currently stood a huge rambling home in the South Hamptons. When she had originally looked at the property, she had fallen in love with the inspiring view. The South Hamptons had encaptured the fall as if mother nature herself had chosen it as her throne. The beauty of the trees in their elegant colorful gowns of reds, bronzes and oranges, draping over their seemingly fragile arms as they reached to the sky. She had also fallen deeply for the atmosphere. She could imagine herself sitting by the sea side and imagining her many far away places. Each new story she wrote took her to a new far away place. New men she mentally explored with her hands and her mind. She loved exploring men’s bodies. In her stories she could do everything she had always wanted to do but society always frowned on. Also, and most of all, there was no fear of rejections. In one of her most popular stories, she had created a scene where se made love to two men and one women simultaneously.. She had always dreamed of being made love to by two men, one in each hole. She had never known another women, other than herself, who enjoyed being fucked in the ass. She loved when a man took her from behind and grabbed on to her firm breasts while he placed his firm hard cock in her ass. She never seemed to find the voice to tell her past lovers that this is what she really wanted. She had only one experience, and it was purely accidental. She had been invited to a party with some friends. They were passing around a lot of different substances during that time. She remembers having a drink and feeling very weird. All the colors seemed more vibrant, more real. It was as if an artist decided to give the world a refreshing look. The artist using his creative skill, combined the most beautiful colors together and changed the world’s grays to beautiful bright reds, greens, deep violets, magentas, and yellows. Colors so full of life and light. Colors of the havens. A room opened and she walked in. There were soft billowy folds of favorite hanging from the ceiling and the softest pillows beneath her feet. She was propelled by an energy, a force - if you will- that was above her or beyond her. She found herself stripping until she was naked. She walked across the room toward the orgy that was already in progress. As she walked, her hands traveled across her body. They started at her breasts, as she stroked each nipple into a hard tight knob. Her hands moved lovingly across her abdominal muscles, playing with the silky flesh. She felt the heat rise between her legs as her pussy became hot. She longed to have one of the many stiff cocks placed between her hot thighs. As if her thoughts had been read, a toll light skinned black man stood up and approached her. He rose from the swathering sweaty mound of lovers as a beacon answering her desperate call. His big penis rose past his firm belly. She was in sweet anticipation wanting to ride his massive cock. He seemed to listening to her inner thoughts, as he pulled her close to him. He cupped each of her breasts and nibbled at the nipple making it hard. He ground his penis into her as he grabbed her soft buttocks. He slid his penis between her wet hungry lips, making it slick with her hot wet juices. Then he quickly inserted his penis into her tight ass hole. The initial pain was almost overwhelming, bringing her close to unconsciousness. And then just as she was about to pass out from the pain, the pleasure, the sweet sweet pleasure encaptured her body. She matched each one of his thrusts with one of her own. Forcing him in deeper. He reached in front and caressed her breasts, molding them in his large hands. She screamed as she orgasmed causing his own jungle growl when he released his load into her. What a sweet memory…

What a sweet memory. Her friends never realized she was missing from the party. She never did find out his name. After their initial encounter the rest was a blur. Sweaty bodies around, each grabbing and caressing. Many lips kissing her and she returning the gesture. She woke in the morning with a nasty headache, and the sweet memory….

She had purchased the property for its land. Having no interest in the existing old rambling home, she had it torn down. Within the days to follow she had hired a crew to help her build and design her dream home and her water kingdom. She had chosen the Architect for his skill and creativity. Additionally, as a bonus, he was also very handsome. He had a tall slender body with narrow hips. His ass would perfectly fit into the palms of her hands. He was delighted and perhaps a little inspired with her concept of a bathroom. He worked hard for several months to perfect each of her ideas, spending long pleasurable evenings sharing and expanding on each other’s ideas. As per his suggestion, she had marble flown in from Italy and laid by workman who had worked with marble all of their lives, receiving the skill from generations of Italian craftsman. As her domain was gradually created from marble, wood, steel and concrete, she observed each phase of her new sanctuary. As her dream became more and more a reality, she found a growing need for her handsome Architect. She found herself watching him for hours as he worked, giving directions to the Forman and consulting the plans that had taken months to develop. She watched the movements of his hands on the blueprints holding them tenderly as if he held a child. Each time he rolled out the plans and smoothed them down, she felt his hands not on the paper but stroking the soft skin that covered her frame. As if knowing what she was imagining, he looked up from the plans. Their eyes met as a single shiver passed between them. The expression on his face told her that he was just as interested as she. He excused himself from the workers and walked casually toward her. She took in his smooth gate and the soft movement of his hips. With each step she was the rippling of his leg muscles. His tight jeans accented his very large love muscle. As he came closer her eyes traveled down his firm body and laid to rest at his crotch. As he neared her, it started to twitch and grow into a hard pulsing….

“Beg your pardon”, she said. “Are you available for dinner tonight?” he inquired again. “Yes, dinner, that would be fine.” More than fine, but she didn’t verbalized what she was thinking. He was suggesting a small restaurant he knew and would pick her up promptly at 8pm. The evening came about so slowly. She had taken a long “stimulating” bath. Wanting the scented water to seep into her skin. Lilac and Jasmine, two of her favorites. Dressing was another arduous task. She wanted to accent her natural curves, but yet seem coy - lady like. If she had her way, she would have wore nothing. She wasn’t interested in him as a person, although he was charming and intelligent. She was interested in his physique and how well he could make her cum….

While she was dressing, her mind kept wondering to the growing bulge she had seen earlier in the day. Her hand slowly followed a trail down her tight tummy, caressing the soft folds of skin. She worked hard to keep her body firm. She loved caressing her own body, her hands following the soft lines of muscle as a artist would his sculpture. Holding and fondling her breasts, she imagined his firm rough hands molding her flesh into two erect nipples. Taking each hardened nipple into his mouth and further caressing it with his tongue - holding it tough with his teeth. His hands, following the curves of her lean body, cupping her buttocks and pulling her closer to hip - as their bodies joined as one. Feeling his penis come to life as a hard lance growing harder than diamonds against her pelvic bone. Yearning to have his penis deep inside her, she opened her legs, exploring the soft hot folds of flesh between her legs, dripping with anticipation…. Her own fingers acted as his penis, caressing the folds and finally when should stand no more teasing, inserted themselves into her welcoming hole. The inner folds of her pussy holding her fingers tight as she rhythmically moved them in and out, causing her body to shutter in throws of passion…

She laid on her bed exhausted, savoring each ripple that moved across her flesh. Needing more. She smiled to herself, that perhaps tonight, if all goes well, she would get an opportunity for more. Although her fingers pleased her more often than a man’s penis, they were no substitute for the “real” thing. When a man knew the right moves and knew how to please a women, there was no substitute. The pleasure being shared by two always won over the pleasure shared by one.

She had finally chosen a simple black sheath. She decided to be daring and only wore the thinnest silk G-string she owned, under the graceful black fabric. Her breasts were firm enough that they didn’t require assistance in standing up. She felt that her erect hard nipples would be an added incentive for her handsome Architect.

He arrived promptly at 8 pm dressed in casual black slacks and a matching blazer. The neckline of his silk T-shirt showed off his ample masculine chest as dark curly hairs peaked out of the opening. He had a bouquets of flowers as a bequest offering. She invited him in for a moment, he looked around the ramblings of the house, stating that the final touches would be completed with in less than a week. The remainder of his sentence was incoherent as he spoke it under his breath. She moved into the kitchen as if in a dream, how could he possibly have known that roses were her favorite. She chuckled to her self. Of course, berating herself, he was her Architect! She had discussed to some length the rose garden out back that held over 400 varieties of the treasured bloom. Throughout the year, the garden would bring forth beautiful blossoms of varying shades and sizes.

He came behind her and caressed her shoulders with his hands. He asked whether she’d prefer to stay home tonight. She agreed that she would prefer staying home in front of the open fireplace, enjoying his “company” instead. He lead her to her living room, with a mischievous smile playing on his lips. The fireplace was already lit with a accompaniment of candles surrounding the soft folds of thick fabric laid out across the floor. He led her to the center and motioned her to sit. As she sat down, she realized that she was sitting on a feather bed that was covered in silk. Upon the bed of silk he had spread thousands of red rose petals.

The scent of the roses mingled with the candles creating a heady fragrance that relaxed her nervously excited body. She was surprised. She had never known how romantic this man was. He promptly uncorked a bottle of champagne. It must have cost him a small fortune. He poured the champagne in what he said was a gift - a house warming….

The glasses came from the 1920’s, blown glass for their stems and cobalt blue for the cup. As she sipped the champagne he settled down besides her with his own glass, offering her a vine ripe strawberry. She watched as he inserted the strawberry between his lips and took a minuscule bite. His lips licked away the run away juices. He spoke about the first time they had met. How his heart started to quickly flutter by the mere sight of her, wanting only to hold and caress her.

Setting her champagne to the side, she reached out and caressed his face, bringing her lips close to his, kissing and tasting the flavor of the lingering strawberry. He returned her affection, by pulling her close to him, caressing her body with his hands. They both felt the passion enveloping their bodies. The burning passion that was held deep with in the recesses of their soles. He deftly removed her little black sheath exposing her perfect naked form. Her own hands fumbled with buttons and a zipper, desperately trying to release him from their bounds. She ran her fingers through the thick black ringlets of matted chest hairs. They were so soft and thick. She desperately sucked and caressed each of his nipples as she rolled on top of him, straddling her legs across his hips. She felt his penis pulse and grow tighter and harder between her firm thighs. He squeezed her buttocks and nuzzled her closer. He pulled her again closer to him, caressing her breasts with his tongue. Holding her breasts tight between his lips. He rolled her gently over and removed her G-string, exposing her wet hot flesh between her legs. She was begging him to enter her as she spread her legs welcoming his love lance. He inserted his dick deep inside, moving to a rhythm that matched her own. Each time he pushed in deeper and deeper. The heated passion grew, she arched her body so that his prick could enter her deeper yet. She felt his shudders as her own body orgasmed in synchronicity as he released his seed into her. They both laid in front of the fire, enjoying the after glow of their love making.

That was 4 months ago. Since then, her domain had been completed and her relationship had deepened into more. He was the most adventurous sexual man she had ever known. She had opened her world and domain to him, allowing him freedom to enter at a whim. Each had their own special lives and she respected his need for his own space. As she reflected about their relationship under the torrents of water, she discovered she had fallen in love with her handsome Architect. She realized that he had recently left a marriage of 7 years and would not be ready for a serious relationship for sometime. He had adventures he needed to play out, new places to travel and new people to meet. She was open to his needs, for they closely matched her own. But, yet she wanted to share just a tiny piece of his world, and in turn opening more of hers to him.

She closed her eyes with these last lingering thoughts, unaware that he had entered her water domain. She felt the turbulent water against her body and yet there was more. She opened her eyes in pleasurable surprise to see him, there beside her. His hands were caressing her firm breasts as he described in recent trip to Las Vegas. As if reading her mind, he passionately embraced her firm body, emphasizing how much they missed each other.

A re-newment of their mutual passions was expressed under the torrents of water. Her last thought as he thrust himself deeply with in her was the demon of the water came a live…

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2008-Mar-25 - Movie Gallery From Only Hardcore

Hannah's the most beautiful babe in Amish country. She used to be a prudish girl but pressures from men got her to give up her holes. Now she gets filled by man meat several times a day. But she's a giving chick and she doesn't mind it at all.

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2008-Mar-25 - Movie Gallery From Diggable Babe Asses

This interracial cock sucker is as hot as they come, and she can make any guy come with one big drag from her hot lips. Jayna though hasn't had black dick this big in her tiny hole, but once this hot poker penetrates her deep she can't stop herself from moaning.

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2008-Mar-25 - Beautiful Teen Girl On The Beach

Oksana said we could tag along with her to the beach and while we were there we decided to film this tall beautiful teen girl while she put on her sun tan lotion. I volunteered to help her out with it but she said she could do it herself.

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2008-Mar-25 - Movie Gallery From Superstar Fuckers

Who taught her how to suck a dick? That's what all the men who gallivanted about with her asked themselves! She fucked with the kind of expertise that comes with decades of experience. Yet this girl was YOUNG! How had she learned to do the incredible things she could with her mouth, lips and tongue! She used her mouth to bring him to orgasm three time!

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2008-Mar-25 - Night Terror

“Come on, people, stand away from the
door please,” the tour guide yelled to the happy, milling people.
His eye invariably fell to the cleavage of the nearby blonde in
the scant bathing suit. It was a unique costume for gliding,
very original and attractive. It had most of the males in the
cable car groaning in agony and lust.
The harsh overhead lights dimmed
momentarily, breaking the tour guide’s amazed stare. He tore his
eyes away from the blonde’s ample cleavage and looked out the
window at the approaching platform. He hoped that nobody noticed
the bulge of his cock, hard and thrusting against the material of
his pants.
“How do we know the gliders are safe?”
the blonde asked, intentionally returning his attention to her.
The tour guide swallowed twice before he could answer. As his
eyes went to the blonde, he used a steal will to keep his eyes
from going to her chest. Her companion, an equally blonde and
flawless male, smiled at the tour guide’s dilemma. He liked
seeing the reactions to Anne’s amazing figure. It made her seem
more… attractive, more desirable.
“Wa… we test them before we leave.
Each one has been tested. You will see that I will pick a glider
at random, I use no special machine. I would not jump off a 3
thousand foot cliff without a tested glider.”

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“Wonderful. Are there any rules against
having sex on the way down,” she asked in her innocent, little-
girl voice.
“Oh God,” the tour guide groaned, turning
away so he could push his cock down into his pants without being
observed. The car bumped into the platform, coming to a sudden
stop. The tour guide fell through the doors as they opened. He
waited for the crowd to exit before he grabbed one end of a foam
box. His assistant grabbed the other end and they carried the
heavy box out onto the landing. The group watched curiously as
the tour guide repositioned the box and threw open the lid.
Inside were a jumble of archaic looking torches and a jumble of
web-belts, each containing a 6″x12″ pack on the rear.
He handed the first torch and belt to the
blonde, before she had the opportunity to bend and retrieve one
herself. Her thin blouse strained to contain her breasts,
bending could bring forth and explosion of female flesh. The
tour guide couldn’t stand such a sight He was already horny as
hell and there was no prospect of having his hard cock taken care
of in the middle of the night, on top of a mountain.
“Oh look,” a cute black-haired woman
said, pointing down the slope toward Aspen far below. “Why are
the lights shimmering?”
“The air currents,” the tour guide said,
handing her a torch and belt. Her hand sagged under the weight
of the belt.
“How can something so heavy, be lighter
than air?” she asked, looking at her companion.
“It’s the electronics,” her companion
said in disdain. He was obviously a CEO type, slightly balding
and looking for a thrill. Gliding was the next step up from
bungie jumping.
“Technically, it’s not lighter than air,”
the tour guide said, thrusting belts and torches into the hands
around him. “It’s slightly heavier. That’s why it’s called a
glider. You still fall, but at a dramatically slower rate.”
“I feel like the statue of liberty,” a
young gay man said, posing dramatically with a torch in his
hand.

“On guard,” his companion said, striking
a fencing pose. They pretended to fence, clanging their torches
together, to the complete horror of the tour guide. He hurried
forward and slapped down their torches.
“Please, those are very special devices
and they cost a fortune. Treat them with respect.”
“I’m an olympic athlete,” the second gay
man said, holding his torch aloft and pretending to run in place.
The tour guide whined in frustration. Sometimes he wished he
could bitch-slap a few of the assholes in these groups. On the
other hand, he thought as he watched the black haired woman reach
down to adjust her socks. The bulge of her perfect ass, and
rounded pubes in her black form-fitting tights was bordering on
illegal. He could think of many things he would like to slap on
her, but not with his hand.
“Why do we have these?” A portly man in a
black windbreaker asked, bouncing the torch in his hand.
“We are called Liberty Gliding Tours, so
it’s made to look like a replica of the statue of liberty torch,”
the tour guide explained. “But it is much, much more than a
simple light source. True, it’s made to provide the most
pleasant light, very conducive to night gliding, but it is also a
recording device, to record your Aspen vacation, and a GPS
tracking device in case any of you try to escape with our
valuable equipment or, God forbid, in case one of you goes down.
There is also a tracking device in the belt.”
“I’m going down,” the buxom blonde said,
pretending to whisper. She elicited several giggles from the men
around her.
“Now, everyone turn on your gliders and
step forward, two at a time,” he said, clapping his hands. There
was actually a steep slope below them, not a cliff. If the belt
failed, they may be cut and bruised, but not killed.
“Nobody leaps until I say so,” he said in
a serious voice.
“How do we control them?” the black
haired girl asked nervously. She stepped so close that her hair
brushed his nose. It smelled like watermelons. He had a perfect
view of her rounded breasts, as she bent forward to play with the
pack resting against her cute ass. The guide had to resist the
urge to touch them. She looked up into his startled face.

“I was just getting to that. Do all of
you see that little disk on your belt, the one on your left side
in a pouch?”
“This one?” the black haired girl asked,
lifting a half dollar sized disk on a wire.
“That’s it. The controls are as simple
as they can get. Hold that disk in the palm of your right hand.
Hold it over your shoulder a little… yes, perfect,” he said,
looking around the group with their hands held in the air.
“First squeeze the disk to set it to the
position most comfortable for you, then move your hand, and the
disk inside, left or right, to go left or right, up or down to go
up or down. It’s that simple. With practice you can do tricks
such as rolls, somersaults, or spins.”
“Waycool,” the blonde said, doing a
little dance with the torch and disk held in the air.
“You two first,” he indicated the blonde
and her partner. He was getting tired of her teasing, and her
partner’s smug smiles. Step up to the platform,” he said,
turning them slightly to make sure each had a red light showing
on their packs.
“Ok, raise your disk hands, squeeze, and
step off.”
“Oh God,” the blonde said and stepped
off. Her long, nearly naked body glistened in the torch light as
it gently glided off the platform, dropping slightly at first,
then gently gliding down the hill. Their movements were jerky,
at first, until they grew used to the controls. They heard a
piercing streak, then laughter. Looking down the hill the tour
guide saw the torch rolling over and over as the two blondes did
somersaults in the air.
“That’s so dangerous,” the tour guide
said under his breath.

“Doing somersaults is dangerous?” the
black haired girl asked, stepping up to the edge of the
platform.
“No, doing them so close to the ground is
dangerous. If you people get the urge for aerobatics, do them
with more altitude. You have hours to descend, if you like, you
don’t have to skim the slopes like they are.”
The black haired girl and her partner
stepped off. Next were two boys in their late teens. They gave
each other an evil smile as they turned off their torches and
leaped into the darkness. The tour guide new they planned on
terrorizing the other gliders. Good, it would add to the
excitement.
“Next,” he waved the gay men forward.
“Have you ever glided alone and naked,”
the first gay man asked the tour guide in an intimate manner.
“Naked, yes, alone, certainly not,” he
said, giving them a little push. They laughed and jeered as they
disappeared into the darkness. Their torches cast a glow over
the slope as they descended. Each torch made a pleasant island
of light, in a vast sea of darkness.
“My God, that’s so beautiful,” a red
haired woman said. She was last, and alone. It was funny, he
couldn’t remember her arriving with the rest. Of course he had
not been giving his group his full attention.
The tour guide had his own belt for this
very reason, in case there was an extra unpaired tourist.
Everyone on the tour was required to fly in pairs.
“I know, it’s magnificent. I love this
job,” the tour guide said gently.

“It’s very romantic,” the girl said.
“It is,” the tour guide agreed while
strapping on his belt and checking the red light on the pack,
before he spun the belt around into the proper position. He
checked hers, then looked at her expectantly.
“Why don’t they simply double over and
hang by their belts,” she asked nervously.
“A power field, similar to an invisible
board, will spring up at your back the minute you step off. It
adheres to your body while the belt is activated, until your body
makes contact with the ground. You’re nervous, aren’t you?” he
asked shyly. She nodded with a quick smile.
“Your belt is on. Simply raise your hand
and step off… when you are ready. Look, there goes my
assistant in the cable car, now you have to jump, there’s no
other way down.”
“Now or never,” she said, leaping into
the darkness. The tour guide stepped off with his hand raised.
He dropped it slightly, speeding up to join his partner as she
rushed down the hill.
“What if I lower my hand too much and
plow into the ground?” she asked as the wind whipped her hair
into her face.
“It can’t, there is a fail safe mechanism
built into the belt. You could descend entirely under the
control of the belt. It won’t allow you to touch the ground
until you reach the beacon at base camp. Slow down,” he yelled
into the rushing air.
“How?”

“Lift your hand,” he said patiently. She
did and slowed almost immediately. With a sigh of relief the
tour guide slowed as well. The wind had been cold. Now that
they traveled slowly, the warm night air warmed him again
quickly. He turned his torch down and shined it on the passing
ground. Trees and bushes drifted by in dim light of the torch.
It reminded him of how the bottom of a shallow lake looked, while
drifting by in a boat.
The torch automatically intensified when
the ground dipped slightly, like a search light piercing the
darkness. A cricket squeaked in the night, first growing louder,
then falling behind them as they glided past. Fireflies blinked
in a large clearing below. The cable car passed 100 yards away,
descending quickly and passing out of sight between two small
hills.
“My God, this is so beautiful?” the girl
gasped again. Look there’s another city,” she pointed to the
east.
“From the very top of the mountain you
can see seven major cities,” the tour guide nodded. He suddenly
noticed how the torch seemed to light the different angles of her
face, giving her a classic, unreal beauty. Her dark red hair
seemed to have a life of it’s own. Like a medusa, her hair
spread around her in tiny, beautiful red tentacles, ever-moving
and ever-seeking, perhaps a new victim or lover.
“I can’t even see the other’s,” the red
haired woman said shyly. “We’re all alone.”
“It’s a large mountain and we are but
small mortals,” he said, pretending to quote some famous
author.
“Are you a member of the mile-high club,”
she asked unexpectedly.
“Is that a proposition?”
“And if it was?”

“I would be honored,” he said, altering
his descent to draw closer to her.
“Hand me your torch,” he said, extending
his hand.
“Why?”
“Unlike the others, I know how to turn
off the recording devices,” he said with an evil laugh.
“You mean those first two blondes…” she
stopped, giggling to herself.
“Every little bump and grind will be
recorded,” he said, giving the base of her torch a deaf twist.
He handed the torch back and did the same to his own.
“They should make a wonderful movie.
Now, we are truly alone,” he said, gliding closer until they
touched. He inhaled deeply of her unique perfume. It was
enticing, irresistible. She suddenly looked VERY desirable. In
fact she just might be the most beautiful woman he had ever met.
Her green eyes seemed to grow larger as he looked into them. He
believed that her hair even glowed brightly, but he refused to
take his eyes off hers. In a moment her hands sought his
body.
“There’s a mesh bag in your backpack to
hold clothing,” he whispered. She reached back and found his
first. It was attached to his belt by a strong cord.
In a moment they were both naked. Cold,
in the chilled evening air, the guide was happy to make contact
with the redhead. She was warm and soft against his skin. She
seemed to melt into every curve and bump as if they were made for
each other. He ran his left hand over her soft, ample breasts.
His breath came faster as he ran his hand down to her soft
pliable ass cheek and held it in a firm grasp. His lips met
her’s, her tongue snaked into his mouth, searching as if it had a
life of it’s own.

The guide felt himself getting hot,
hotter than he could ever remember getting with previous women.
This girl was different, like the first time he’d ever made love
to a woman, only stronger. He was shaking like a school boy.

His hand snaked into the crack of her
ass. His tongue explored her mouth, while his fingers explored
her ass.
Spinning slowly as they drifted down the
mountain, with their right hands intertwined and held above their
heads like dancers, with the disks contained inside, they kissed
and withered in the air as they passed slowly over trees,
streams, and meadows.
The guide released the redhead’s hand and
sank down her body until he faced her soft breasts. With a
gentle touch and soft lips he kissed and explored her breasts
until she shivered beneath his touch. She was breathing rapidly,
out of control. She suddenly dropped her hand to grab his face,
and was pulled out of his arms.
“Release the disk,” he called as she
fell. “The belt will fly itself,” he whispered, dropping his own
hand so he could join her. They both slid the disks into their
pouches and held on to each other, exploring, kissing, shivering
under the lips of the other. In a moment they went into the 69
position. The tour guide nuzzled her soft, swollen pedals of
flesh. She smelled sweet and delicious. His eager lips sucked
her pussy lips into his mouth. He pulled on the flesh of her
pussy, then sought out her clit and sucked briefly. His tongue
suddenly slid in and out of her warm envelope of flesh.
She gasped and withered beneath him. He
felt his cock enter her hot lips and slide completely inside.
The guide had a firm 6 and 1/2 inches of cock, it was enough, if
not enormous, but he had never seen anybody take his entire
length into their mouth right up to his balls, until now. It
felt heavenly. Her nose was pressed against his balls. Her
throat muscles worked over the length of his cock, milking it
even though her mouth never move.
The guide’s mouth sucked her clit. His
teeth pulled and released it, then he sucked harshly, while his
nose sank into her dark, sweet vulva. Her juices coated his face
and nose. He worked his face farther into her pussy. She was
hot on his face. He felt as if her pussy would engulf him,
swallow his face first, then the rest of his body like a snake
eating a frog.
Her soft thighs bent forward and he found
his head clamped between her legs. His hands sought and clamped
onto her firm ass. He ate her savagely, wanting to make her feel
as wonderful as he felt. He could feel the fire building in his
loins. He would cum in her mouth, while she came against his
face. He wanted to sink his cock into those hot, wet, pussy
lips, but there was plenty of time, all night if they liked.
“Oh, uh, uh, unh,” she groaned,
withdrawing her mouth so only the head of his cock filled her
lips. She groaned even louder, her cries beginning to echo off
the rocks and trees below. Her lips sucked the head of his cock
automatically, while she concentrated on the pleasure spreading
between her own soft thighs. The tour guide was good, very
experienced.

With his face tightly clamped between her
legs she humped her hot sex against his face, while he lapped her
pussy with long, hard strokes of his tongue. She withered,
crying ever-louder. Suddenly she stiffened and screamed,
clamping his head in a death-grip, she shuddered and pumped her
pussy against his face. The guide wanted to pull his cock out of
her mouth before she bit him, but she refused to release it.

He stopped trying when it was evident
that her orgasm was lessening. In a moment she lay limp in his
arms, breathing harshly around his cock.
The guide held completely still, with his
mouth held over her wet pussy, unmoving other than a gentle
sucking motion. In a moment her legs opened, as if by magic.
Holding onto his waist, she turned and faced him, then kissed him
passionately, even though her juice still coated his face. She
smiled and licked his face clean, while he squirmed in
discomfort.
“I want to fuck you hard,” he whispered.
Somehow she looked even more beautiful in her disheveled state
with her hair going in all directions, her breath heaving in her
chest. He was just inches from her face, her hard, pointed
nipples pocked against his chest. Her warm skin seemed to give
him comfort, and a sensual pleasure.
“Let’s make love now,” he gasped, before
kissing her again. She responded eagerly, then pulled away. A
shadow crossed her face. He wondered if he had said something
wrong, but a sudden smile lit her face again, before she kissed
him and turned and turned to slid down until she hung between his
feet. She held each of his feet in her hands. She pulled until
her crotch met his. He quickly positioned his cock downward and
entered her dripping wet pussy. One of her legs was in his face.
He hugged it tightly against his chest. The other was behind his
back. From this position his cock seemed huge inside her. It
sank between her hot, wet lips slowly, gently, endlessly.
Eventually her pelvis was pressed tightly against his own. She
held onto his legs and began pulling herself against him. He
moaned in pleasure as his long cock sank up to the hilt, filling
her abdomen with hot meat. The intense heat of her pussy had him
throbbing, straining to grow inside her. He wanted to fill her
to her stomach.
She pulled her pussy into his hard,
throbbing cock, while he held onto her foot and slowly sucked her
toes into his mouth. With his loins growing hotter, he
mindlessly felt her pussy grasping and releasing his cock, as it
slid in and out. Brutally, hurting both her and him, she pounded
her pelvis into his. The wet slap of meat echoed loudly off the
passing scenery. The guide felt like he was entering the kingdom
of heaven. He had never felt so complete, so sexy and brutal.
He was changing, growing, becoming more than just himself. He
now knew what it meant to make love, and he was making love, not
having mere sex. Sex itself was puny and insubstantial, as
insignificant as taking a piss. This was more, this was
love.
They made love harshly, madly, mindlessly
as they gently glided down the mountain. The tour guide new he
would remember that night forever. This woman had spoiled him
for any other woman on earth. There was no other woman on earth
for him, she was the only one. He felt as if his very soul was
being sucked into her body through his cock. He could feel
himself melting into her. He could feel her heat intensifying.
In a moment the heat became uncomfortable, then intolerable.
Where he felt he never wanted to be separated from he before, he
now tried in vain to pull himself loose. Even as his seed filled
her vagina, he struggled to pull free, all in vain.
The tour guide suddenly screamed as the
heat seared his flesh. He tried to push the woman away, but they
seemed to be glued together. He could smell his flesh cooking.
Agony ripped through his body. In a moment the heat of her body
melted through her web belt and she fell a dozen feet to the
ground. She landed on her feet like a cat, naked and glorious.
Like a lion, she shook her hair back and sniffed the air. She
looked up at the screaming, burning man and a frown darkened her
face.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered, then ran off
into the forrest.

“One by one the tourists glided into base
camp. The last two, the tour guide and an unknown woman, were
drifting slowly toward camp, in no great hurry. Later they
appeared to drift far apart, drifting gently perhaps under
automatic control. An hour later the woman’s burned, empty belt
approached the base camp and dropped to the ground. Fourteen
minutes later, the tour guide drifted in. His body was blackened
and lifeless. women screamed, men turned away in horror. A
search and investigation began immediately. Since both belts
were burned, technicians immediately checked the belts for a
malfunction, only to find they were functioning perfectly.
The coroner was tempted to rule the death
as spontaneous human combustion, but chose to make the official
cause of death, “by unknown causes.” An intensive search for the
woman’s body began. She was never found. Months passed and the
search was called off. Stories of ghosts, meteorites, and
terrorists circulated, but nothing was ever found. It was one of
the 21st century’s greatest mysteries.

Lars Paterson rubbed his hands together
in front of his fireplace. He looked at the empty wood box and
sighed. It was cold outside. He hated to make another trip to
the wood pile, but it was necessary. The snow looked beautiful,
gliding past his front windows, but it was cold.
He bundled up and opened his front door.
To his amazement, he saw a beautiful red-haired woman standing in
front of his door, looking down at his welcome mat, rubbing it
with a bare foot. She was stark naked, leaning against the door
sill. She seemed to be exhausted although not cold. She should
have been freezing. But the only thought which entered Lars’
mind was that she was alone and naked. He gasped and stepped
back, then ran forward and pulled her inside.
“My God, you must be freezing,” he said
as he grabbed a blanket and wrapped it around her.
She flinched away from him at his words,
but eagerly welcomed the blanket. “No, but I’m hungry and tired.
Can I stay?” she begged with big green eyes that seemed to grow
as he looked into them.
“Sure, sure, stay as long as you like,”
he gasped, holding the blanket around her naked body.
“Where did you come from?” he gasped,
noticing her enticing perfume.

“I’ve been through hell,” she said with a
dark, serious look. She slowly turned away. A brief wicked
smile which lit her face. Her eyes glowed briefly. She licked
her lips, then turned to face him. “Pure hell,” she said again,
before pulling him into a kiss.

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2008-Mar-20 - Marina Mendoza - Naughty Nature Hike Fun

Marina Mendoza's Naughty Hike In The Woods

I know where a lot of you guys are it's freezing and snowing, but here the weather has been mild and there were a couple of days that even felt like summer this week. One of those days I went for a hike with my photographer into the forest near his house. But as you can guess this wasn't your average walk throught he woods. Not too far on the trail there's a picnic area. It's pretty secluded and on a weekday we didn't think there would be anyone around. However, after I had all my clothes off and while he was taking some very dirty photos we heard someone coming. I threw my clothes back on and definitely tried to act like nothing was going. But I'll bet the other hiker got a little bit of a show before I was able to put all my clothes on. It was definitely a fun adventure, getting caught got my heart beat racing and my pussy wet. I just had to finger it once the hiker was out of sight and we finished the day's photo shoot.

Visit Marina Mendoza to see all of my naughty pictures from all of my sexy photo shoots. You can also download all of my sexy videos. I really hope you stop by my website because I am looking for someone to play with!

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2008-Mar-20 - Movie Gallery From Chunky Sluts

Rhoda loves to get naked in the pool and the touch of the soft cool water always makes her so damn horny. This day she couldn’t believe her luck when the gardener turned up a whole day early. It didn’t take much encouragement for him to forget about cutting the grass and take a nasty blowjob from the babe in the pool.

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2008-Mar-20 - Lucynova - School days

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2008-Mar-20 - Movie Gallery From Busty Babes

Jemma was on a roll. She had a promotion at work and a really nice guy had picked her up at the bar where she had gone to celebrate. She doesn’t know it yet but all he’s interested in are those big juggs and nailing her tight ass.

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2008-Mar-20 - Both Ends Get Hammered

Cute girls getting stuffed hard is what we do at Gag-N-Gape.com and this little slut Ester loves to get it hard. Artur shoves his cock so deep down her throat it is like he's trying to rub her ribs! Her face turns bright red and the tears flow as he makes her take and hold his entire cock in her mouth. Then he fucks the hell out of her very tight little asshole and she gets so turned on you can actually SEE her pussy dripping wet! Ester gets gagged and gaped and we get to watch!

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