MIA KHALIFA – Arab Babe With Big Tits Fucks Tony Rubino In Library
The sweltering heat of the Middle Eastern sun was suffocating, but MIA KHALIFA, the busty Lebanese bombshell, wasn’t about to let it stifle her beachside exploits. Her ample assets, barely contained by a skintight thong bikini, bounced and swayed as she strutted confidently across the sand. Passing groups of well-built laborers and oily-sheeted tourists, each lustfully glued their eyes to the petite porn sensation as she sauntered by, her hips swaying provocatively.
MIA’s dark hair glistened with sun oil as she removed her designer sunglasses, revealing those same captivating almond eyes that launched a million wetted dreams. The notorious ‘Muslim Porn Star’ licked her glossy lips, welcoming anyone watching with a knowing, naughty smirk. Behind those silver designer frames, something fiercely seductive burned.
Entering the crowded video store, patrons’ jaws collectively plummeted. Shuffling along the racks, the leggy, raven-haired beauty lingered over the ‘Deep Dicking’ section, much to the gawking onlookers’ delight. Picking up a lurid cover, she peered over her glasses, squinting in faux consideration as her choices grew increasingly obscene. Anxious little moans of climax erupted across the DVDs.
Hands slid along the shiny shelves, blindly plucking titles laden with innuendo. “Oh… I’m just so… lost,” MIA cooed, breathy sighs of airy frustration wafting their way. The gleaming bulges in their rolled-up shorts twitched and strained against cotton barriers, bringing them to their hormonal knees. She made eye contact, holding their gazes in lashes so dark and long they seemed to have a life of their own.
Seizing her chance, the horny porn starlet scurried into a dark corner, nestling deep in theCurvy Amateur Lick-Fest section. Rummaging the racks with urgent fingers, a soft groan escaped her lips as she retrieved an oldie but obscenely goodie: Mia Khalifa’s Most Memorable Porn Scenes Volume 15. The hungry sound of a seal breaking popped open, followed by shuffling pages and her loud, heaving exhalation. Those _so satisfying_ fappable fuck scenes.
MIA traced the scrapbooking pattern as she mindlessly flipped through the video store staple, each hardbound image cranking the temperature a few more degrees. Snapping another titles in half, she lifted and swayed to the shushes whispered around her. Her body temperature rose. The air conditioning directives rose. The thrashing of giddy, wetting hands rose. She added a soft moan.
Around the library, sexual tension rose as bookmarks shifted and fractured under the rhythms of eager palms. Beads of sweat contrasted with the swaying hair of their brows.
MIA was convinced she was alone in a nook of the mystery section, but found herself face-to-face with Mr. Mr. Rubino, the nice old librarian – her tits still heaving from the ripped textbooks and a film reel spinning full-tilt in her mind. Her pussy clenched as he stood over her, transfixed by her jiggling thighs keeping the space between them warm. Smiling slyly, she patted the carpet invitingly.
“I was just thinking this naughty section needed a little.._attention_,” she purred with coy embarrassment. “And I’m _dying_ of curiosity…” Before he could reply, MIA dropped to her knees. One hand snaked out to firmly grip the bulge tenting his corduroy pants. Rubino stifled a groan, quickly surveying their surroundings, but the rest of the library patrons were still too lost in their lewd imaginary worlds to notice.
She leaned back needily and licked her lips as Rubino loomed over her. Plus MIA was too caught up in her own fantasy, working him over through his khakis with expert pressure.
“Ah! So.._curious_,” the naughty vixen mewled as she freed his throbbing cock from its folder, amazed by its size. Mr. Rubino groaned, his head lolling back as the porn starlet took him in her soft grasp. Resuming the rhythm of soft slaps and squeezes, she flicked her tongue out to tap the tip.
Squeezing together her pillowy breasts, she squeezed Mr. Rubino’s member into the valley of cleavage before lowering her mouth over him. The warm, wet pocket gripped his unshelved cock, sliding along the full length of him as she gently gyrated her face into his groin.
Her tongue worked the underside of him with pulsing pressure, dancing across his scrotum, swirling the tip of his swollen head. Her eyes closed in ecstasy as the thought of all the other minds being voyeuristically occupied elsewhere encouraged their sensual suitability. She grinned up at the old librarian’s red face and hungrily Bubbies on his forte.
