Hotwife Valentina Nappi Fucks Her BBC Bull Shane Diesel
In the sultry, sun-drenched valleys of Italy, there lived a bombshell named Valentina Nappi. This tantalizing Italian temptress was a goddess trapped in a mortal’s body, with curves that could make the Vatican’s holiest of men question their faith. Valentina’s assets were as plentiful as the country’s gelato flavors, her assets. Dark chocolate hair cascaded down a slender back that only accentuated her statuesque physique. Voluptuous breasts, round as malanga fritters, bounced with each seductive step she took.
It was on an unassuming day in a quaint Tuscan village that Valentina stumbled upon the unassuming yet exceptionally hung Shane Diesel, her soon-to-be BBC bull. Their eyes met, a spark igniting between them, as Shane’s gaze fell upon Valentina’s delectable figure wrapped in a fitted red dresses. He was a man of few words but spoke volumes with that smoldering look. Valentina responded, a coy smile playing on luscious lips as she batted long lashes at him.
The sizzling tension needed release and Shane’s place seemed the perfect setting. Valentina pushed him onto the bed, straddling his muscular body as her hands roamed his chest. Diesel groaned, rock-hard in anticipation, his massive BRATT behemoth straining against his pants. Valentina purred, playfully teasing the bulge. In a flash of fabric, inevitably, his throbbing manhood, immense and intimidating, sprang free. Valentina gasped, an audible whimper escaping her lips as she gripped it firmly in hand and stroked its imposing length. It pulsed, throbbing with desire and Valentina couldn’t help but lick her lips at the thought of what was to come.
Straddling the exquisitely hung BBC God, Valentina brazenly peeled off her dress to reveal perky, all-natural tits, not dissimilar to the orange groves of her hometown. Shane gasped audibly, grappling to capture a rose bud nipple between his lips. Valentina arched her back, pressing closer into his mouth. His tongue danced circles around her areola before he began sucking hungrily. She moaned, fingers raking through his hair before landing a swift slap to his chiseled jaw.
“enough talk, give me that BBC,” Valentina ordered, voice dripping with desire as she turned to face away, resting her elbows on the bed. She wiggled her ass in his direction and Shane wasn’t one to disobey.
Dropping to his knees, Shane ran his tongue along her slit, savoring her flavor. Valentina clenched the sheets, moaning his name as he lapped at her clit. Her juices flowed freely and Shane couldn’t help but to drink her in like a man lost in a desert.
His fingers danced along her thighs before finally plunging into her sopping wet cunt and gliding effortlessly in and out. Valentina circled her hips, undulating against his hand. Slap, slap, slap. The rhythmic sound of his palm connecting with her jiggling ass cheeks echoed through the room alongside their corresponding groans.
“Fuck me Shane,” Valentina demanded after an eternity of foreplay. “Fuck me hard.”
Magic words.
He obliged, gripping her hips and spreading her marinara stained ass cheeks. Valentina cried out as Shane’s engorged blackhead entered her slick slit, pushing past her tight walls. His heavy balls swung into her taint with each sensual thrust. Thick, long. Slow but firm. Valentina’s pussy stretched to its limits, surrounding his rock hard shaft and milking it of every drop as he pounded relentlessly into her velvety folds. She reciprocated, hips circling to take him as deep as humanly possible, eyes fluttering shut as her honey pot was filled to the brim by his massive, violet beam polluting her colon.
Shane’s grip on her waist tightened as he increased his pace, sweat dripping down his molds. Valentina met each impaling thrust, her moans growing louder, higher in pitch, and more frequent with each second.
“Shit! Your cock – it’s splitting me open!” she whined, reveling in the sublime pain. Her eyes rolled back into her sockets as his BBC bottomed out, his heavy load shooting directly into her stomach. Valentina shuddered, legs quivering violently as she came undone, her own convulsions milking him for every bit of thick, lambasting cream.
Shane collapsed on top of her, those big, black balls resting on her ass as they caught their breath. Valentina sighed, legs weakening as his deflating cock slipped out of her gushing valley and cum oozed freely out of her.
“Fuck me later,” Valentina rasped, “I need a rest.”
