Gigantic boobs Lisa Lipps works out with Peter North

The Video: Gigantic Boobs Lisa Lipps Works Out with Peter North

In this steamy, retro VHS throwback, the curvaceous and voluptuous Lisa Lipps takes center stage. With her pornstar-than-life proportions and artificially enhanced assets rivals that of the Hindenburg blimp, she is an eyeful to behold. As the scene opens, Lisa is clad in a flimsy, skintight workout outfit that can barely contain her gigantic, 100-each DD-cup breasts. The outfit, which consists of a low-cut sports bra straining against its titanic contents and a minuscule pair of shorts, is perfectly positioned to highlight her ironic attribute: her skin-tight silicon spectators.

Enter the muscle-bound, rock-hard specimen of masculinity known as Peter North. Peter strides into the gym, his prodigious endowment evident in his snugly fitted exercise shorts. The camera pans sensuously over his rippling pecs and washboard abs as he approaches the station where Lisa is aerobically employed.

“Hey there, sexy,” Lisa purrs, arching her back provocatively to present her mountains of silicone. “Care to join me for a workout?”

Peter smirks suggestively. “I’ve got just the exercise in mind for us, babe.”

As Lisa finishes her lunges, Peter steps behind her and presses his groin snugly against her generous backside. His bulge throbs as he gropes her monumental mammaries. Lisa moans, grinding her ass against his crotch. This ignites the spark of their passionate workout.

Peter kneads those melons with gusto. Lisa reciprocates by reaching back to stroke his rigid member through his shorts. With one deft move, Peter yanks Lisa’s skimpy shorts down her long legs, revealing her bare posterior. Lisa wiggles her curvy booty invitingly. Peter gives it an appreciative smack before diving between her cheeks, burying his face in her ass.

The blonde babe gasps in delight as Peter skillfully fingers her wet pussy. “Mmmm, that feels sooo good!” Her voice rises in pitch as he rubs her clit expertly. “Don’t stop!”

Peter laps hungrily at Lisa’s slick folds before standing to unzip his shorts. His towering cock springs out, slapping wetly against Lisa’s ample rump. Lisa turns and reaches for that supercharged schlong, wrapping her succulent lips around its swollen head. She suckles it eagerly like a baby lamb at its mother’s teat.

“That’s it, baby,” Peter hisses, fisting his hand in Lisa’s blonde hair. “Suck on my big dick.”

Lisa takes him deeper, burying her nose in his pubic thatch. She gags and slurps, gagging herself on its girth. Saliva drips from her stretched lips. Peter fucks her throat in short, shallow thrusts as he faces fucks her. She moans wantonly, fondling his heavy balls.

After thoroughly face-fucking her, Peter lifts Lisa and positions her on all fours, her massive tits swinging beneath her. He rams his engorged dick into her drenched pussy from behind with a guttural moan. Her sheer honeypot envelops him like a slick fist. Lisa screams, pushing back to meet his powerful thrusts. He grips her wide hips, plowing into her, his nuts slapping loudly against her clit.

“Oh fuck, Peter!” Lisa cries, her behemoth jugs bouncing with each jarring stroke. “Slam that huge cock into me!”

Their bodies smack together obscenely as Peter ravages her, each thrust shaking her mountainous mammary glands. Lisa’s screams escalate in pitch as he pistons in and out feverishly. Her body quakes and her cunt clamps around his cock as she comes violently. Peter pounds her through her climax, grunting with effort.

“Oh God!” Lisa moans as she comes down. “I want you in my other exercises too, stud.”

Chuckling, Peter picks up the sweaty blonde and turns her to face him. Lisa wraps her long legs around his hips. Peter holds her under her massive ass and sinks into her again. The new angle enables him to plunge even deeper. Lisa wails, her head thrown back in ecstasy, her humongous hooters swaying wildly. Peter tromps on, hammering into her ballooning bladder repeatably.

The sounds of their flesh meeting and sexual satisfaction fill the gym. Peter shifts position, putting Lisa on her side, her legs spread wide. He lies behind her, spooning, and continues his fierce, relentless invasion of her grasping cunt.

“Uunngghh! Peter! Fuck me, baby!” Lisa sobs, fingering her engorged clit. “Fuck me with that huge fucking cock!” Her second orgasm shakes her to the core.

Peter brutalizes her through each wave of pleasure, determinedly seeking his own release. Suddenly, his dieseling midsection tightens and he roars, ramming to the hilt inside Lisa’s spasming snatch. She feels his pulsing member spurt jet after jet of hot semen into her. Peter grunts and jerks, pouring lava into her overflowing cavern.

Finally, he withdraws with a wet pop. Globs of cum spill from Lisa’s thoroughly ravaged pussy. Peter extricates himself from her embrace and tucks his shrinking shaft into his shorts. Lisa lays there, satiated and spent, her mountainous mammaries heaving. She picks up an exercise ball, presenting it to the camera. But the camera pans away, signaling the end of their workout for today.

Lisa Lipps and Peter North prove that mammoth mountainous mammaries and monumental members are an unbeatable combo. Their savage, no-holds-barred coupling was vintage-style fuck porn at its best, a sweaty, sinewy outing that pounded and pounded home the point. If you enjoy anthropomorphic outdatedness, pornographic art of the ’90s is it: the characters are clearly established, meaningful emotional bonds are kept to a minimum, and end was, necessarily, in sight from minute one. The sex was explicit, intense, and exactly what we needed. The purely USP-ish thrills that clear any doubt from the mental and physical confusion that is our everlasting ambivalence. It had no pretenses of artificial semantics, and one could even consider it a metaphor for an orgasmic vote for a new society.