Brazzers – Four soccer sluts share one cock
The soccer pitch was pulsating with a special type of vitality immediately. Sure, the 4 curvy, big-titted women in skimpy uniforms have been keen to attain objectives – however they craved one thing else much more. That one thing was the fats, meaty cock of their sexy coach,pid=William.
William’s eyes devoured the deliciously spherical asses and full, perky breasts bouncing enticingly as blonde Mandy, brunette Jess, and twin redheads Cassidy and Khloe battled it out on the sector with a ferocity that matched their sexual starvation.
When the whistle blew, signaling the tip of apply, the women swarmed round their coach, guffawing and batting their eyelashes. “Coach, we’re sooo sweaty and gross after practice,” Jess purred, tracing a finger down William’s chest. “Don’t you think we all need to clean up together? In your office shower maybe?”
William almost choked on his spit. “Um, sure girls, but you’ll have to go one at a time-”
“Aw, but Coach, we need to wash EVERYTHING,” Mandy cooed, grinding her massive tits in opposition to his arm. “Together.”
Surrendering to their not-so-subtle advances, William led the group to his workplace. Once inside, the women wasted no time tearing off one another’s skin-tight uniforms, revealing our bodies designed by lust itself. Firm melons capped with rosy nipples, toned thighs that would not stop, and sufficient curves to make sin itself blush.
“I don’t think our team uniforms have much soap though,” Khloe mentioned with a giggle, eyeing William’s crotch. “I think we need something that’s… Bigger.”
With a collective moan, the women fell to their knees and descended upon William’s belt like ravenous heretics. They freed his huge rod with reverential awe, marveling at its girth.
“Wow, Coach, your ‘baggage’ is so much thicker and heavier than ours,” Jess murmured. “Let us help carry the load!”
And carry it they did, the women taking turns suckling, slurping, and worshipping his wonderful meat whereas fondling and grinding one another wantonly. The room fogged up with thick pheromones and the symphonic voice of lewd moans.
Suddenly, William pulled them off, his shaft coated in spit and glistening with want. “Hey, wait your turn, ladies!” he panted, reaching for a bottle of lotion. The women checked out one another mischievously beforeClaatly eyeing the bottle.
“We’re totally FULL of oils ourselves, Coach,” Mandy mentioned with a seductive quirk of her forehead, presenting her glistening slit to him. “Why don’t you…return to the field?”
Chuckling, William positioned himself on the penalty spot, his pulsing cock poised to impale. The women lined up, dripping, prepared. At his sign, every magnificence took turns wiggling their tight, needy holes onto his dick, moaning like banshees.
Like an important whirlpool of enjoyment, the women took turns using William with wild abandon, his cock plunging into delectable depths. They kissed, fondled, and taunted one another, writhing in sinful ecstasy.
“Aw yes Coach, your big stick is reaching into my goal post,” Khloe cried.
“Ooh and your aggression is tough to handle but I can’t get enough!” gasped Cassidy.
The room turned a symphony of filthy moans and the slapping of meat and thighs. The scent of musk and sweat and intercourse clung to the air. William felt his climax approaching like a mega-tornado. Jessica took one final plunge and detonated first, screeching her pleasure. The sight and sounds triggered the others, they usually got here collectively as one screaming, convulsing unit.
And that, my associates, is what you name…A GOAL!
