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“Big Fake Tits Beauty Has Multiple Orgasms from a Pro” opens with a close-up of deux hands sensuously slathering oil onto two massive, silicone-enhanced breasts. The camera pans out to reveal the recipient of this delicious ministration: a raven-haired, forty-something British MILF sprawled naked across a massage table, her long legs akimbo, exposing her glistening pussy lips to the audience.

The “pro” in question is a tall, broad-shouldered man with a salt-and-pepper beard, clad only in a white towel slung low on his hips. He begins working his way down the woman’s body with practiced, sensual caresses. His hands glide along her curves, pausing only briefly to tweak a nipple or pinch the flesh of a toned thigh.

He guides her onto her stomach and begins working the taut muscles of her back. The woman lets out a soft moan, her head turning to the side to catch his eye with a smoldering glance. His hands stray lower, massaging her barrel-tight ass. She arches her back, pressing herself against him.

He chuckles knowingly and begins trailing his fingers down the cleft of her ass, pausing to stroke the crease between her thigh and her pussy. She squirms and reaches a hand back to grasp his thigh, her touch not quite innocent. Emboldened, he slides a finger into her slit, feeling her heat and dampness. She bucks and moans.

Shifting his body, he parts her legs wider and settles between her thighs, his face inches from her pussy. He extends his tongue and licks a long, slow stripe along her slit, allowing the cameras to capture her juices glistening on his lips. She cries out, her body writhing.

He feasts on her pussy, lapping at her clit, fucking her with his tongue. She grabs the edge of the table and pushes back against his face, riding his mouth. Her moans build, reaching a crescendo, and her legs tremble as an orgasm rips through her. He pauses only briefly to let her catch her breath before starting in again, this time focusing on her tight asshole.

As he eats her ass, two fingers pump into her pussy. She screams and thrashes, her orgasm ripping through her like a tidal wave. Her thighs quake, and she squeezes her ass around his fingers. He pumps harder, prolonging her climax.

The pace continues like this, the man pushing the woman to heights of pleasure she’s never experienced. He fucks her with his fingers and tongue, tonguing her asshole and fingerfucking her pussy in tandem, slapping her clit with his hand until she’s dripping clear oil. He eases a finger into her ass, doubling her pleasure.

She comes on his fingers, her ass tightening around them, her pussy gushing. She’s panting and trembling, the orgasms rolling through her body one after the other until the room echoes with her moans. He slows his pace, letting her catch her breath.

She turns over and smirks up at him, her eyes a challenge. “Is that all you’ve got?” she asks breathlessly. He shrugs, a wicked grin playing across his lips. “Oh no,” he says. “Not even close.”

He stands, tossing his towel aside to reveal a thick, meaty cock. He grips himself, jerking his shaft. “On your hands and knees,” he orders.

She scrambles into position, her ass in the air, presenting herself to him. He runs his cock through her slick folds, teasing her. She pushes back, trying to impale herself on him. He smacks her ass hard.

He grips her hips and thrusts forward, burying himself in her pussy. She yelps and then moans as he begins to move, pumping into her, his balls slapping against her clit. Her tits sway as he fucks her, the oil making her breasts glisten.

One hand reaches around to rub her clit as he pounds into her. Her pussy clenches around him, and she comes again with a scream of pleasure. He keeps going, fucking her through her orgasm, the sensation sending ripples through her body.

He pulls out and helps her stand. She’s weak, her legs trembling, her orgasm response clearly heightened by the multiple climaxes. He sits on the edge of the table and pats his lap. “Ride me,” he commands.

She positions herself above his cock, her eyes locked on his. Then she sinks down onto him, a low moan escaping her lips as he fills her. She starts to move, rolling her hips, her pussy squeezing his cock. He reaches up to grab her tits, twisting her nipples, pinching them hard.

She rides him faster, her clit grinding against him with each thrust. The friction is exquisite, and pressure builds at her core. She’s going to come again, she realizes, her body tensing. He grips her hips, forcing her to fuck him harder, faster. “Fucking take it,” he growls.

Her orgasm crashes through her like a truck, her pussy spasming, her body seizing. She shouts her pleasure, her voice echoing in the room. He keeps thrusting, working her through her orgasm, fucking her through the aftershocks.

Finally, she collapses against him, boneless and sated, her body a mass of sensations. He kisses her, his tongue plundering her mouth, and she kisses him back, tasting herself on his lips. Then he grips her hips and thrusts up hard, grunting as he comes. His cock twitches inside her, filling her with spunk.

They stay like that for a moment, motionless, savoring the feeling of connection, of completion. Then she rolls off him, her body still quivering. “Bloody hell,” she says. “You weren’t kidding. That was incredible.”

“Says the woman who came multiple times,” he retorts. She smirks. “Well, there’s one thing to be said for plastic surgeons. They know how to make titties sensitive.”

He laughs and pulls her against him, his hands roaming her curves, his cock twitching, already eager for another round. “Best not to waste them then, had we?” he asks. She smiles, stretching languorously. “Oh, absolutely not. Lead the way, my gorgeous giant. My suspension of disbelief is down for another journey through the ecstasy.”