Busty Girl Gets A Massage Letzy Lizz
Title: “Hot Mama Letzy Lizz Strikes a Yoga Pose for a Sensual Massage and More”
Luscious Letzy Lizz, the busty MILF sensation, was looking to unwind after a sweaty yoga session. Her toned, tattooed body glistened with sweat, the curves of her expansive breasts and thick ass jiggling with each plié and warrior pose. Now, she was ready for some firm pressure to soothe her overworked muscles.
Catching the eye of her yoga instructor, Brad, she sashayed over in nothing but a skimpy sports bra and booty shorts. “I could really use a massage,” Letzy purred, biting her glossy lip. Brad’s eyes widened at the sight of her, from the intricate ink scrolling across her skin to the way her chest strained against the flimsy fabric.
With a nod, Brad led her to a raised massage table, its dark wood polished and plush cushions beckoning. “On your stomach,” he directed, voice low and sexy. Letzy giggled, shimmying out of her shorts to reveal a thong straining to contain her heart-shaped ass. She laid down, big tits smooshed into the cushions, and wiggled her ass invitingly.
Brad set to work, hands gliding over sun-kissed skin, thumbs pressing into the globes of Letzy’s rear. “Mmm, just like that,” she moaned, arching her back. He worked his way up her spine, digging into the knots while she shuddered in pleasure.
Reaching her shoulders, he pulled back. “Flip over, beautiful.” Letzy did as she was told, turning to face him. She propped herself up on her elbows, a breathtaking view of her cleavage. Brad’s hands returned, skimming down her sides, toying with the underside of her breasts.
Letzy’s lips parted, tongue swiping across the seam. “I don’t want this to be just a massage,” she breathed.
“I don’t either,” Brad agreed with a smirk, palming her tits fully. Her nipples were already diamond hard, straining against the thin material. Reaching behind her, he unclasped her bra and threw it aside.
Letzy’s massive, pillowy breasts spilled free, each one tipped with a rosy, mouth-watering nipple. Brad bent to take one into his mouth, sucking greedily, hand keeping the other tit squeezed. “Fuck, your tits are incredible,” he growled.
Writhing beneath him, Letzy whimpered “Don’t stop, oh please don’t stop…” Her hands flew to his hair, gripping the strands as he worshipped her teats like a starving man at a feast.
Shifting, Brad moved down her body, peppering her skin with kisses and licks. At the apex of her thighs, he tugged the thong aside and spread her wide. Letzy’s soaked pink pussy was a pretty sight, swollen and needy. Without hesitation, Brad dove in, running his tongue through the slick folds and circling her clit.
“Oh god, yes!” Letzy bucked at the contact, knotting her fingers in Brad’s hair. He alternated between licking and sucking her sensitive nub, two fingers pumping into her tight channel. Letzy met him thrust for thrust, hips lifting off the table.
Brad growled into her cunt, the vibrations making her see stars. He curled his fingers, stroking that special spot deep inside, while flicking her clit rapidly with his tongue. Letzy felt the tension coil in her core, pleasure building to a fever pitch.
“Do you like MILF pussy, baby boy?” she gasped, grinding against his face shamelessly. “Does it taste sweet?”
“Fuck, so sweet,” he panted against her drenched sex, invading her with a third finger. Letzy cried out, arching deeply and convulsing as an intense orgasm flooded her system.
Before she could catch her breath, Brad had shucked off his shorts and rolled on a condom. His huge cock jutted out, the thick heat throbbing with need. Letzy licked her lips at the sizeable rod.
“C’mere, baby.” She drew him up her body, arching her back to roll her hips into his. The broad head of his cock parted her lower lips, fitting like a key in a lock. Letzy squealed as he sheathed himself fully, stretching her walls deliciously.
Brad started deep thrusting, powering in and out, hitting depths unsurpassed. Letzy wrapped legs around his trim waist, urging him to pound her harder. He obliged gleefully, sweat-slicked abs rolling as he drilled her, pelvis smacking her swollen clit with each punch of his hips.
“Uh-huh, fuck me!” Letzy screamed, nails digging into his shoulders. “Ruin my yoga pussy!”
“Gonna… rendu..” Brad grunted, face contorted in concentration. “Gonna give it to you just like that!”
His hips went wild, cock slamming into her cervix as he slapped against her ass. Letzy wailed, back bowing as another climax gripped her. Brad followed, roaring as thick cum pumped out, discharged deep into her spasming core.
They collapsed together, breathing ragged, sweat coiling between their bodies. Letzy smiled lazily, reaching up to stroke his stubbled jaw. “That was an excellent massage, Mr. Yoga Master,” she purred. “I’ll definitely be back.”
