BANGBROS – Thicc Angela White Gets A Massage And Cheat On Her Husband
Title: The Sins of an Aussie MILF
Angela White, the Aussie queen of big tits, had it all – a successful career as a porn star, a loving husband, and aaguchi-mad nerdy faggot son. But boredom and lust gnawed at her ample bosom. She craved new experiences, thrills to satiate her ever-hungry libido.
One sultry afternoon, Angela decided to treat herself to a hot oil massage. She slipped into a skimpy red bikini that emphasized her massive tits and lush curves. Stripping en route, she tossed the flimsy garment aside. Buff, bronze and buxom, she padded barefoot to the massage parlor down the road, her plump ass swaying hypnotically.
The masseur, a beefy, handsome hunk named Max, did a double-take when Angela walked in. He’d seen her movies but never expected to meet the legendary MILF in the flesh… and oh what glorious flesh it was! Muscles tight, Max had to fight from popping a stiffy in his tight white briefs.
“HHHNGH, um, mmhmm, s-so, right this way Miss White,” Max gestured, voice cracking. He swiftly laid out the massage table. The table, really. Angela’s mammoth tits wouldn’t even fit on regular ones.
She laid prone, face in the donut, that drool-worthy ass of hers presented like two peaches begging to be squeezed. Max rubbed his hands together, the oil filling the air with its pungent, arousing scent. Drizzling it over her pale skin, he proceeded to work the warm slippage over her shoulders, squeezing her succulent ass, kneading the plump globes…
“Max… mmmm… back deeper,” Angela purred, working her hips side to side. She enjoyed seeing the effect she had on him, the bulge growing in his briefs as he rutted against her thigh. “Use both hands, all over…”
Max gulped audibly. Melding his hands, he dug into her back, ran them down her sides to cup those tits again, pulling down to thumb the stiff nipples. Angela arched her back, pushing her big boobs into Max’s hands. He groped her through two tits, pinching her nipples between his fingers.
“Ooh fuck… down lower Max,” Angela breathed. “my ass…”
Squeezing and kneading the expansive cheeks, Max worked his grip inward, to the curve where her thighs turned into ass. Angela wriggled her denuded assets, probing the tight pucker of her asshole.
Max held his breath. Was she…? Could she really…? He glanced to the door, wondering where Peter was. Angela’s husband seemed the type to beat a mere miner to death for touching his queen. But Peter was still at work. It was just him and Angela, all alone.
Slowly, tentatively, Max circled Angela’s anus. She sighed in approval, rocking back against him. Steeling himself, he eased a finger inside, surprised at her sudden tightness.
“OWWWW! Gaaahhhh!” Angela moaned. Max moved to withdraw but she stopped him, forcing his finger in deeper. “No stop! Ah, god yes, ripple it!”
Max moved his finger, marveling at the tight warm squeeze of Angela’s anus. She rocked against him, letting out breathy sighs and moans. Growing bolder, he slipped in a second finger, rubbing against the wall of her asshole.
“Mmmmm… unhh… triple it,” Angela gasped, pushing her legs apart. Max added a third finger, pumping fast and hard. Her ass gobbled them up, the walls tight and slick. Angela ground her pelvis into the table, plunging three fingers in and out, twisting and curling, stimulating her in places Peter’s pork sword never could.
