Marilyn Monroe POV sex with The President!

“Marilyn Monroe POV Sex with The President”

As the camera pans in, it focuses on a plump, juicy pair of lips coated in a voluptuous shade of red lipstick. The camera backs up slowly, revealing a pair of sparkling blue eyes framed by long, dark lashes and arched eyebrows. The woman behind the camera purrs seductively at the lens, her plump lips parting to reveal a beautiful smile. It is none other than the iconic blonde bombshell herself, Marilyn Monroe.

She’s wearing a skin-tight, white dress that hugs her curves in all the right places, revealing the top of her ample cleavage. With a coy wink, she starts tracing her fingers along her cleavage, dipping her fingertips into her valley of soft flesh. Marilyn hikes up her already short dress, exposing more of her shapely thighs and giving the camera a glimpse of her lacy white panties.

The camera follows her sultry movements as she hikes one leg up on a nearby chair, reaching behind her to unzip her dress slowly. With a sensual shimmy of her hips, the dress pools at her feet, leaving Marilyn standing in nothing but her lacy white bra and panties. Her full, round breasts strain against the thin white lace of her bra, her hard, pink nipples peeking out from beneath the delicate fabric.

Marilyn turns around, presenting her delectable ass to the camera as she bends over to unclasp her bra. With a flick of her wrist, the garment falls away, revealing her perfectly rounded globes in all their glory. She shakes her ass playfully at the camera, her pale flesh jiggling enticingly.

Then, Marilyn turns to face the camera again, cupping her heavy breasts in her tiny hands. She squeezes them together, creating an impressive valley of cleavage before sliding a hand down her body to slide into her panties. Her blazing blue eyes meet the camera as she starts to rub herself, biting her plump lower lip in surrender to the pleasure.

Suddenly, a deep voice interrupts the scene. “My darling, you’ve been such a naughty girl.”

Marilyn’s eyes widen in surprise before narrowing in desire once she realizes who the voice belongs to. She turns towards the source of the interruption, revealing the face of the handsome president himself. “Oh, hello there, Mr. President,” she says sweetly, batting her long lashes at him. “Did you catch me being naughty?”

The president grins wolfishly, one hand lazily sliding open his tie. “I certainly did, you sexy minx. And now, I think it’s time for me to punish you for your behavior.” Marilyn shivers in delight, her nipples protruding even further through the thin lace of her bra.

He slides his jacket off his shoulders, revealing his strong, muscular physique beneath. Marilyn licks her lips hungrily at the sight of him, practically drooling as she takes in his chiseled jawline and smoldering dark eyes. The president flicks his tie off and grabs Marilyn roughly by the waist, pulling her flush against him. She mewls softly against his chest, feeling his hard, throbbing manhood pressing insistently against her.

Suddenly, the president reaches down and rips Marilyn’s panties off of her, tossing the destroyed garment aside carelessly. He pushes her down onto the bed, spreading her legs wide open. Her plump, glistening pink folds are on full display for him, almost begging to be touched.

“I’ve been craving your sweet pussy all day,” the president growls as he falls to his knees in front of the bed. He gazes up at Marilyn, his dark eyes blazing with lust. Without any more warnings, he dives between her legs, burying his face in her slick folds. Marilyn cries out in ecstasy, grabbing onto his hair with trembling fingers.

The president laps at her hungrily, his tongue delving deep into her hot, tight little hole. He teases her throbbing clit with the tip of his tongue, making her legs tremble and her toes curl. “Oh, god, yes!” Marilyn gasps, grinding her pussy up against his face. “Lick me harder, you dirty boy!”

He smacks her bare ass playfully, no his tongue to probe at her entrance once more. He slides a finger up into her tight channel, making her walls clench around the digit. He pumps it in and out of her, adding a second finger and scissoring them apart to stretch her out. His thumb presses against her clit, rubbing tight circles around the swollen nub.

Marilyn’s fingers tighten in his hair as her orgasm starts to build, boiling up in the pit of her stomach. She throws her head back and screams in pleasure, her entire body seizing up as a mind-shattering orgasm wracks through her. Her pussy clamps down on his fingers, gushing juices all over his hand.

But the president isn’t about to stop now. He flips Marilyn over onto her hands and knees, putting her bare ass up in the air. He grants that ass a harsh, sharp slap, enjoying how the pale flesh jiggles underneath his palm. “Suck my cock, you little slut. I want to feel those pretty lips wrapped around my dick.”

Marilyn whimpers, reaching back to spread her ass cheeks apart so that the president can see how wet and desperate she is. She’d do anything for a taste of his big, thick cock.

But as Marines go to please the president, the screen suddenly flickers, breaking into static before coming back to an image of a man’s bare, separated back. The man, who is clearly not the president, is on hands and knees on a bed, his head hidden but his muscular back is visible as he’s not looking at the camera.

Marilyn then crawls up on the bed and positions herself to get ready to ride the man and starts bouncing on his cock, fucking him all the while.

Suddenly, the man flips her off him, shoves his fingers against her mouth, and says something in a language that’s probably Czech. Marilyn pushes his hand away, and they continue to talk in what sounds like broken English.

The film has flick back to black with the title card “Marilee Turkish-Ghostbusters” pointed up followed by the dates “1962 – 1970”.