A Day in the Life of Lindsey Love
“Oh my!” gasped Ethan Peterson as he stumbled upon the explosive video Endeavour titled “A Day in the Life of Lindsey Love”. Little did he know, his ordinary Tuesday would morph into an unabashedly carnal adventure. The teenager, inexperienced in the arts of amour, found himself mesmerized by the delectable bust of the young vixen, her paunches of pale flesh heaving rhythmically against the camera lens. “My, my,” purred Ethan, propping open his fly, “you are full of surprises, missy.”
The video began with Lindsey Love sauntering into frame, principals of the nubile sottise she provided giving loud voice to her true hot-blooded nature. With each brazen/daring/daring step, the law of physics demanded that her gigantic rump swayed side to side, barely contained within the denim confines of her thonged hot pants. Ethan could almost feel the spongy enigma, vivid in his mind, as he reached into his trousers and extracted his own hardening evidence.
Lindsey Love rolled apart her thighs with a lewd gasp as Ethan tried to extricate himself, his conscience batting impotently at his swelling desire. For this was a girl who made pornography not from mere artifice, but through flesh and blood action upon the silver screen. All the while, her bodacious breasts pleaded for inventiveness, awaiting the touch of his searching fingertips.
“Mmmmm…” pouted Lindsey Love, her voice so thick with need. It was enough to drive a man wild! “Why don’t you give these tight pussy lips some company?” she slurred into the webcam, causing a few intermittent shots of her inner grotto to dance and twirl before Ethan’s hungry gaze.
Ethan gulped down hard as Lindsey Love pushed apart her shapely brachars, the soft prance of her cotton swab failing to conceal much of anything. Her slit sparkled with a wetness most unladylike, glinting dewdrop after dewdrop as she stroked a hand through her wispy blonde matchings. It took all of Ethan’s strength not to stoke his own testosterone, accelerating up from zero with a series of audible sighs.
He watched as Lindsey Love – his very own porn queen – played with herself, fingers slithering in and out of her dripping carnal cavern as if to tease and tantalize him. With a determined moan, she commanded her frame to cum, bemoaning her own self-induced ecstasy. Ethan could almost feel the scorching heat emanating from her succulent folds, the visual appealed all too real.
“Cum, baby!” she dared him, rocking back and forth on her padded haunches. “Cum for me!”
Ethan found himself obeying without hesitation, a rush of adolescence exploding powerfully from his manhood. Coating his chest in a thick layer of sperm-like mucous, he collapsed back onto his reclining chair, exhausted yet fully satisfied. Never before had a female permeated him so thoroughly.
As the video concluded, Ethan realized he could hardly walk properly. There was a strange weakness in his legs, accompanied by a curious sense of fulfillment. He glanced back at the screen, half-expecting to witness the wreckage of a mile-donkey machine, only to be met by the smiling visage of a fully-clothed Lindsey Love.
She waved coyly at him, her message clear: “Same time tomorrow?” Ethan gulped audibly and nodded his assent.
