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Viktoria’s Sperm Cake

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25513_0225513_01 25513_03 25513_04Superstar Viktoria loves sperm and fruit cake! She is not called the Queen of Goo for nothing you know!

Superstar Viktoria loves sperm and fruit cake. What does she do? That’s right, she takes a load of cake splattered with her favorite drink, sperm,  and shoves it down her mouth. Of course while Victoria pushes that down her throat the guys plant another sperm fruit cake in their ass so she can lick it out with her tongue while it’s leaking out. Simply Amazing!

In the second part, beautiful 18 year old Lana is introduced by Viktoria to the art of cum swallowing! Amazing, two pretty women who give their best with such pleasure and delight. Producer‘s recommendation!!

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Dinner With Sara | Sex Story

I was tired Friday, running on adrenalin. At work I frlgged myself off twice on the toilet. The first time was fast and I finished with a yelp. The second time two people came into the room as, within my cubicle, I worked myself. I didn't stop. While they tinkled, patted, flushed and chatted at the mirror I rubbed, tugged and fingered. They were still in front of the mirror, their words distorted by makeup restoring facial twists, as I came. I bit the inside of my cheek so hard it brought blood. My mind repeated “fuck . . . fuck . . . fuck.” My fingers went from slick to soaked. I imploded.

On the way home I bought flowers. Even before I had my change I felt foolish. I put the flowers, still in their paper, in a vase. I showered, plucked my eyebrows, and picked out what I'd wear — almost nothing.

It was still before six. Itching with too much time, I ran a bath. My legs flapped open, wanting my fingers between them. My fingers wanted to be there to but I fretted that it would spoil the rest of the evening.

With two bottles of wine, red and white, in the crook of my elbow, I locked the front door. I stood on my stoop for a moment then went back for the flowers. They were voluptuous like Sara's own curves and white in contrast with her gothic make-up and hair.

It was still well before seven. Sara opened her door wrapped just in a towel. Her hair was flat on her skull, like Mia Farrow's in an old movie. The towel rode up her buttocks as she lead me up the stairs.

There was a wide mattress on a shelf raised over the stair well separated from the kitchen corner by an old free standing wardrobe. Between the wardrobe and the bed a door opened to a steamed mirror and part of the lip of a toilet bowl. The rest of the room we stood in was given over to an aging sofa, two armchairs (one supported on one corner by a cloth covered house brick), and a castered office chair before a paper covered desk formed by a door on two chests of drawers. In the centre of the front wall was an open loft door overlooking the lane — I was surprised I'd not noticed it from outside. At the foot of the bed, facing away from the room, was a black box television.

Where there weren't windows — all dirt streaked — the walls were lined by shelves of disordered books. I wanted to cruise their spines, reading the character of my host from them. Sara put the flowers in a glass vase she left on the corner of the sink and handed me a corkscrew from one of half a dozen whicker baskets hanging over the kitchen counter.

“Red or white?” I asked.

“White but open them both if you want.” She left the bathroom door open. She pulled the towel from her body and used it to wipe the mirror clear. Her spine hooked to the left just above her buttocks. She leant forward as she applied her makeup. I made myself not look; considered taking her glass to her; left it next to the vase; then took my own wine to one of the bookshelves. Her blow drier precluded conversation. The books mixed architecture, music, philosophy and science. Perhaps she kept her pulp in another spot. And her jilling books?

Still naked, she closed the bathroom door behind her. I expected her to stop at the wardrobe and dress. She kept on into the kitchen. She pulled ingredients from the fridge and baskets. I was nervous. Politeness took me back to the kitchen. As she clattered she talked. For the first time I saw the rear of the wardrobe was decorated by an oversize photo — a woman's arse; the fork of her legs leading down; the hang of her dugs between them; Sara's inverted face at their centre like a clit.

I blushed. My eyes went to her bush. I pulled them away. She had to repeat what she had said.

“Chilli?”

“Please.”

After a pause I offered to help. She asked for a refill. I swallowed the last of my glass and poured red for me and white for her. Chicken breasts on the grill tray tugged as she brushed a spice concoction across them. I remembered watching the line of men stepping up to her as she kneeled in her back yard and ejaculating across her own breasts. I blushed again. She grunted as she grated carrots then chopped cabbage and peppers.

The chicken pieces spat as she turned them. Her buttocks bounced as she hopped backwards. I tried to pull my gaze from the darkness of her crack as she recoated the meat. When she turned there was a glean of perspiration across the top of her mons. I hid my face with my glass. The wine mixed with my saliva. I had to swallow twice.

We ate sitting in the armchairs with our plates on our laps. The heat of the chicken pressed through the china and my skirt. The spice of the chicken burned the wine's tannin from the edges of my tongue and, in turn, demanded the coolness of the vegetables. The mayonnaise from the coleslaw shone on Sara's lips. She was still naked. Her nipples were big and flat and brown. Mine tingled so much I wanted to press my thumbs against them.

Sara took my empty plate, with her own, to the sink then, balanced on her toes, *****d the corks back into the wine bottles. Her back was towards me when she said “time for a movie,” and without looking back climbed onto the high bed.

Since the bed was the only place one could see the screen I followed her bare arse. We had our backs against piled cushions against the wall. I'd left more than polite distance between us. My skirt had ridden high leaving my pantiless twat reflected by the blank screen. I smelt sex, hers or mine.

She fingered the remote and the screen burst into life. It appeared to be security footage of the yard below the window beside Sara. I was momentarily confused when she walked onto the screen. There was a gym mat on the ground. As she lay upon it men, as naked as her, came into shot around her. Seemingly an command they started masturbating.

”They'll be here soon. Do you need the bathroom?'

Dressed, I felt ridiculous. Without answering I raised my hips. As I slid my skirt down, she inspected me without any self-consciousness. By the time I had my t-shirt over my head the first man had came in a strand across the laying Sara. The other men exploded like a string of firecrackers. Glistening snail trails erupted across the prone body. The girl beside me was holding my hand and breathing quickly. There was the smell of sex again. Perhaps she was holding my hand to restrain her fingers.

We both jumped to the sudden slamming of a car door in the lane. Sara killed the video then leaned across and kissed me an the lips.

”I'm ready.”

So was I.

 

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162736_o600162737_o601162739_o602 162757_o603Lenka is a natural born fuck doll and you don't need much time to understand that! She will do anything to satisfy your needs!

Beautiful brunette babe Lenka gets on her knees and starts sucking a huge fucking dick while still wearing her tight little red dress.It doesn't take long till she starts riding that enormous pole and moan from pure pleasure! But that just isnt't enough for Lenka now is it? I don't think so…Bring on more nasty fuckers!

More and more hard cocks keep “cumming” for gorgeous Lenka whether to have a piece of her or to just cum on her pretty sexy Face!It doesn't matter for Lenka she is just here to satisfy all your desires no matter the cost and this slut is doing a pretty fine job if you ask me! Well done Lenka you are a Natural born fuck doll!

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