Sexy babe banged by huge dick

It was a sweltering summer day in St. Petersburg, and Jasmine, a nubile young thing with a body built like a string bikini and a giggle that could charm the birds right out of the trees, found herself in quite the compromising position. The petite blonde bombshell was sprawled out on the living room rug, her supple, sun-kissed skin glistening with a sheen of sweat as two strapping young lads, one barely out of short pants, the other sleek and athletic as a racehorse in his prime, loomed over her like hungry wolves. She could hear the steady drumbeat of desire as their hearts thudded in their chests, feel the almost palpable heat radiating off their muscled bodies as they peripherally hunted her with ravenous eyes.

But Jasmine was no damsel in distress. No, this naughty nymph was a temptress, a tease, and she knew exactly how to wield her weapons – those pert, peachy globes she called tits and the sweet feline curves of her dusky pink cunt. She languidly stretched out like a hedonistic cat, her lithe limbs unfurling from her athletically honed body, back arching slightly to offer an even fuller view of her perky mounds perched high and proud atop her slender torso. With a coy smile playing at the corners of her pouty, glossy lips, she seductively trailed a manicured finger down between the valley of her heaving breasts, across the plane of her taut, toned belly, and right down to the top of her lightly trimmed mound as she spread her legs wantonly for her would-be lovers.

Both men rocked back on their heels, dazzled by her brazen overture. The older of the two, a rugged, swarthy thing with a thatch of dark curls on his head and twin forests of thick, matted hair dusting his forearms, licked his lips as if imagining her juices on his tongue. The other, younger and slighter, gripped his shaft urgently, the pastry-doughy escape of his cock already weeping at the weeping end.

Jasmine giggled again, the sound tinkling like a wind chime on an autumn breeze as it flirted its way across the room. She was playing with them, toying with their desire. They wanted her, she knew, hungered for her body, craved to plunge into her moist velvet embrace and lose themselves in her carnal depths. She could read it in the glassy, glazed look in their eyes as they ogled her, see it in the urgent rhythm of their hearts pounding against their tightly fitted shirts, smell it in the warm, musky aroma of their arousal that hung heavy in the air like a thick fog.

With a wicked grin, Jasmine brought her slender digits to her blushing sex, her pale pink nails a startling contrast against the ripe peach of her delicate folds. Her fingers glided silkily along the plush, puffed lips, and back again as they grew slick with her honeyed nectar. She undulated her hips, lifting and rolling them into her hand, delighting in the crisp, wet sounds of her arousal. The swollen bud of her clit peeked out from beneath its fleshy hood, throbbing with each pulse of her quickening heart. With a gasp, she circled it with her thumb, stroking it lightly at first, then with mounting intensity as the sensation built at her core.

“Well, boys?” She gasped out, her porcelain cheeks flushed a becoming shade of pink. “Are you going to stand there and watch me play with myself, or are you going to come show me what you’ve got?”