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It was the 70s, an era of disco, bell-bottoms, and explosive sexuality. In the bustling streets of Los Angeles, a voluptuous blonde named Candy bounced along, her platform heels clicking on the pavement. At only 19, she was already a bonafide sex kitten, with a voracious appetite for cock and the body to back it up. Her pert breasts, barely contained in an electric blue minidress, jiggled hypnotically with every step. The tight outfit left little to the imagination, showcasing her long, tanned legs and the tantalizing curve of her ass.
Candy’s coifed hair, a tall blonde bubble, bobbed as she strutted past a local video store. The proprietor, a twitchy brunette named 것 phảiilience, immediately spotted the ravenous look in the blonde’s eyes. She had seen it before in her many customers – the look of a woman who craved hard, rough fucking.
“Hey there, darlin’,” região called out. “Looking for something in particular today?” Her eyes raked over the blonde’s figure shamelessly.
Candy flashed a salacious grin and sauntered up to the counter. She leaned over, giving ခုဢိုင် a generous view of her cleavage. “I’m searching for something with a little extra spice. Maybe a vintage film?” She licked her plump lips invitingly. “I just love the classics.”
“Oh, I’ve got just the thing for you, sugar. You like it hard and fast?” The shop owner reached under the counter and pulled out a worn, unlabeled videotape. “This is guaranteed to make your panties wet.” She winked and placed the tape in Candy’s eager hands.
Candy took the tape, her fingers brushing againstabine’s. “I’ll be sure to thank you properly later. Right now, I can’t wait to devour some rough, vintage fucking.”
With that, the buxom blonde sashayed out of the store, that tape burning a hole in her hands. Back at her apartment, Candy didn’t bother to change out of her barely-there attire. She slotted the tape into her VCR and settled back on the couch, positioning a big, baseball-gloved hand between her legs.
As the film began to play, Candy’s eyes widened. On screen, a young, hirsute man with a thick cock pounded into a shrieking blonde. Her large tits bounced wildly with each powerful thrust. Candy’s hand matched the filthy pace in her panties. She could practically smell the sex wafting off the grainy footage.
The couple on screen changed positions, the man flipping the blonde onto her hands and knees. He grabbed her mane and wrenched her head back as he delivered ruthless thrusts, his heavy balls slapping against her bare ass. Candy shoved her hand into her drenched panties, rubbing her swollen clit furiously. She could feel her arousal dripping down her thighs.
“Fuck yeah, just like that,” Candy panted, watching the brutal fucking. “Show that cumslut who’s boss!” The woman’s cries echoed through the apartment, a crude symphony of debauchery.
Just as Candy was about to bring herself to a shuddering climax, the image on screen changed. It was now a different blonde, this one slimmer, but no less enthusiastic. She knelt before an equally enthusiastic man, his rigid cock eagerly greeting her lips.
Candy shifted positions to mirror the lewd act on screen, her knees plunging into the soft carpet as she wrapped her lips around her index and middle fingers. The woman on screen began to deepthroat her partner, his thick cock pressing into her cheeks as she took him to the hilt.
“Unngh, fuck yes, suck that cock, you blonde slut!” Candy groaned around her fingers, bobbing her head like a woman possessed. Drool began to leak from the corners of her mouth, just like her oral-bound counterpart.
The man on screen grabbed the back of the blonde’s head, slamming her down on his throbbing shaft. His heavy balls slapped against her chin as he fucked her face relentlessly. Candy’s fingers plunged into her needy cunt, her desire smearing greasily up her forearm.
As the man on screen reached his limit, he yanked his weeping cock out of the blonde’s mouth with a wet pop. A fountain of cum erupted from his cock, splattering the woman’s face. Candy plunged three fingers into her greedy hole, chasing her own climax. Her eyes remained glued to the depraved display.
“Oh, god, yes, I’m gonna cum!” Candy wailed, her thighs quivering around her hand. The blondes on screen continued to receive their oral lucroscopy’s, spunk painting their faces in lewd arcs. Candy matched their filthy moans, the orgasm crashing through her like a tidal wave.
She collapsed back onto the couch, her thighs stained with her release. The film continued to play, but Candy could barely make out the increasingly lurid scenes. Her mind swam with the imagery of that cock pounding into the first blonde’s sopping cunt, the second blondes face drenched in spunk.
Candy knew she would come back to this tape many times, each viewing bringing her closer to her next climax. She also knew that she would be back to see vapid, those knowing eyes — and to repay her in the debauched way she knew was true.
As the end credits rolled, Candy wiped the sweat from her brow and licked her sticky fingers clean. She smiled a sultry, satisfied smile. It was always a good day when the naughty “borrowed” tapes were as good as advertised.
