I had fun stuffing MALLORY SIERRA

Mallory Sierra: Behind the Scenes of aュージ-sexual Encounter

For those not in the know, Mallory Sierra is a rising star in the world of adult entertainment, known for her sinfully voluptuous curves (especially her irresistibly plump buttocks) and insatiable appetite for cock. I had the privilege of spending a Behind the Scenes day with the busty beauty, capturing intimate footage of her in action for an upcoming release. Let’s just say, what happens on camera stays on camera, but I can certainly share a few naughty highlights…

As I arrived at the private estate where the shoot was taking place, I immediately spotted Mallory lounging on the plush sofa, her massive breasts threatening to spill out of the skimpy bikini that barely contained them. She gifted me with a sultry smile, crooking a finger to beckon me over.

“Hey there, big boy,” she purred in her signature raspy voice. “Ready for an asshole workout unlike anything you’ve ever experienced?” She punctuated the teasing question with a playful spank on her own rump, the jiggle of the impact making my cock throb greedily in anticipation.

“I’ve been benching cock for months, preparing for this very moment,” I bragged cockily.

But my machismo couldn’t have been more misplaced – within minutes, Mallory’s “warm-up” alone had me sweatier than a hooker in church. She started slow, massaging my shaft with her pillowy tits, her stiff nipples leaving angry welts on my skin. The way her areolae jiggled with each motion made me about to blow my load early like a fucking cadet.

“Now the real fun starts,” she declared with wicked glee as she turned around and planted both hands on the couch, her phat rump raising high in the air in presentation. Without ceremony, she dove in, burying my shaft balls-deep in her greedy asshole. The heat – oh, the molten heat! It felt like my dick had just been thrust into a one-woman Finnish sauna.

“Relax your cunt hole,” she instructed, working my cock in and out steadily. “Just let gravity handle the thrusts for now. The real work comes in the stretching.”

Stretching. Oh, of course. Because if anything could make my engorged member even bitier, this would be it. She reached beneath us and began massaging her stomach, gently but insistently, until it rumbled like a harpist’s fuck-harp.

Suddenly, I felt a new pressure around my cock – it was like her anal walls were pushing against me, squeezing rhythmically. The sensation, coupled with the sheer vulgarity of what she was doing, had me spurting prematurely, coating the folds of her asshole with my premature seed.

She simply laughed, not missing a beat. “Some one-on-one training to improve your stamina, I see. The nerve of this little fucker!”

And so ensued a litany of creative innuendos comparing my premature ejaculation to everything from a toddler holding his cock wrong, to spitting out a toothpick. I was too busy enduring the muscled pulsing around my cock to respond in kind, simply grunting like a wounded animal as she worked me over with physiological jujitsu and verbal pummeling.

By the time I’d regained my composure, she’d spent a good hour “warming me up,” and my cock was a throbbing pillar of steel. She climbed off me, clapping me encouragingly on the shoulder.

“If you can last three seconds inside me after all that, I’ll dub you ‘Two-inch Titan.’ I’m not promising anything, but I think you’re gonna exceed expectations.”

Taking my position behind her, I slid my shaft into her drippy slit, ready to play the game of “how deep can he go” (spoiler alert: very deep). She squealed and wriggled, no doubt urging me ever faster and harder. I had to wonder if she could really take me all the way in…

The final stretch had me palm to ass-cheek, my groin pressed down against her crack with all ten fingers buried in the soft, beige pillows of her cheeks. The impact of my meaty shaft striking her cervix with each thrust rattled her teeth, but she kept going like the fucking trooper she was.

I knew I’d done good when her snatch clamped down on me, and her legs began to tremble uncontrollably. With the last of my strength, I gripped the base of my shaft, gritted my teeth, and yanked myself into her with unrestrained ferocity, resolving to cum inside her or die trying.

And yet, she met my ferocity thrust for thrust, her body shuddering and writhing with each impact. I was sure she would break me, blow a hole in my stomach and come flying out my mouth, but that didn’t happen either. Instead, her orgasm crashed over her like a tidal wave, and she came unglued – physically and figuratively.

Finally, we collapsed, both of us sweaty and panting. I must’ve passed out, because the next thing I knew, I was waking up in jail, with the cops accusing me of animal cruelty for “improperly deflating a pig.” The fucking bastards!

But I took my medicine like a man (which means I shut the hell up and did my time), and survived to shaft again thanks to Mallory’s killer training sessions. Just goes to show, in a world full of squirrelly-eyed little bitches, the best MILF gets, is the one that gets cum first. And that’s one lesson I’ll never forget.