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The Buxom Blonde’s Fuck-ready Friskiness
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A sultry, sun-drenched afternoon. beads of sweat trickle down between her giant, glistening titties as she lounges poolside. Her name is MILFonda and she’s blonde, buxom, and beaucoup bothered. In this sacrificial offering of 1,000 naughty words, we delve deep into the delectable depravity of a day in the life of this lewd, lusty Lolita queen.

The temperatures soar, but MILFonda remains indifferent, her body craving stimulation beyond mere weather shifts. She idly strokes herself, whilst gorging shamelessly on a magnum ice cream, the richness of the chocolate an exquisite contrast to the smooth creaminess of her own liquefied essence. Her fingers tease, rubbing her shaven, sexy little slit.

She imagines her man arriving, his cock unbearably large and hard, ready to rape her body with rapturous, world-shaking orgasms. She locks eyes with such a stiff stud across the complex, his veiny shaft visible even through his tight trunks. Her hungry eyes trace the shape before he swims away. She ignores the curious attentions of her pool pal- a bored, bratty teenage boy, mindlessly masturbating a 2-inch weenie that throbs like a ‘member.

MILFonda craves worthwhile fucking and toys with the teenager’s youthful enthusiasm, losing interest when his performance surely pales next to her standards. She pouts, feeling begrudged, recalling her last passionate encounter, when she served herself up like a willing whore, letting her lover RTFSP her, roughly.

She dreamt of chokeholds, forced orgasms and orgiastic euphoria. MILFonda spoiled for something stupendous. She sucked his cock like a crack addict; rubbing, teasing her clit with ceaseless force, date-rape-drugging herself, sinking to the bottom of tequila shots.

In her poolside revelry, MILFonda calls for photographs, aiming her tits in the direction of her iPhone camera. Objects and scenery blur as she totters closer to explosion, capturing eternal glimpses of her salacious sensuality. #Glamourmodel, she disingenuously taps. Maybe even #beautyblogger.

Even as she rolls like an expert housewife pin-up girl, she questions what next. Where is this all leading? Her wandering fingers ache for the penetration of a penis or the pleasing vibrate of a dildo. Her desperate desire for fulfilling, fulfilling fucking consumes her.

Her pool frolics exude a palpable sex appeal, yet realism strikes that this is all spectacle for an invisible audience. MILFonda fills her online feeds with deliciously debauched glimpses, craving millions of minds and bodies desiring her. She jerks herself to the edge, yelling for more, then retreats, continuing to tease, enrapturing with eroticism.

MILFonda wanes anew, catching a glimpse of a fit guy watching her pantomime. She fans herself, blowing air and kisses. He returns to the pool and circumstance, as if leading into her fantasy. She crouches and dives in, allowing gravity to pull her under.

The coolness of the water breeds euphoria, MILFonda swims with renewed purpose. Her breasts bounce and sway, distracting her from the wondering warriors ogling her ridiculously round rump. She remembers how she reviantated the merely average Joe from his I-went-to-public-school tediousness.

Her technique involved felating him with her asscheeks, both in the pool and eventually in the bedroom, shepherding his cock to erection with her inflated asset. The final thrust achieved penetration, she took the as-symbolic-phallus right to the hilt. Her ass squealed, her couch moaned, and her neighbor banged on the wall. Complete blissing.

Youth’s impatient recklessness ends the fun and they split. MILFonda eschews entanglements, but the memory remains vivid. She soaks herself in the abject recall of stealing a stud’s seed while trembling at each thunderous thrust.

Deeper still, she relates a story to a well-known star of cinema and screens. His features are instantly familiar, and he acknowledges her with exaggerated friendship. She wonders how he would climax and cum indoors her cooch.

He doesn’t last and departs to another event, waving nonchalantly. Even this MILF feels abandoned and abused, as though another apparel off opportunity and access slipped through her grasp.

MILFonda courts perverts and pubescents, razzle-dazzle and dodge and seeker, but mostly to pervert. She has performance girls who value her unique point of view. She wishes for more authentic connections that ihr популярität ritzen وهذا القذف.

Still, she knows attraction is an illusion, and the same holds true for real love. She feels like a divine beauty queen, always celebrated by lovers and loathed by haters. Yet fame and fortune aren’t promised to anyone, and the chance for fame comes along once in a lifetime.

She just has to seize the opportunity when it materializes, to go all in, holding nothing back. MILFonda knows she needs to push herself to the limits, to be unapologetically real, even as the world conspires to limit her. She has to trust in herself, even if she doesn’t always have all the answers.

MILFonda hugs herself, reminding herself to be grateful for everything in her life. Even when everything seems to be going wrong and she feels lost and alone, she can never forget that she has more than most people have.

She palms her pussy, rubbing her outer lips as she remembers having a man inside her, feeling his cock pulsing against her G-spot as he banged her roughly. She moans, feeling the familiar ache beginning to build again.

Just then, she spots a man watching her, his eyes strangely hungry. She feels every sexual awakening her very core desires. She screams and she squeals, uttering orgasmic cuss words and jizz. She sadistically parades her pussy and tits, relishing the endless debauchery. One afternoon worth of worshiping the wordly.

The poolside privileges end and, suddenly, MILFonda’s time expires. She clenches sadly as her pond swims buddy loses interest, swimming away, leaving her to continue an aimless drift. She silently questions if this is all fate has in store. Ja, MILFonda each and always – for fame, for fortune, for flesh and fabulous fuckery!