Busty Nickey Huntsman Sexy Yoga And Fingering

Busty Nickey Huntsman’s Sexy Yoga and Fingering

Nickey Huntsman, a sensuous MILF with curves in all the right places, stretches and bends her nubile body in a steamy yoga routine that’s sure to get the blood pumping. Her lush breasts strain against a tight sport bra, trembling and jiggling with every move. Tattoos adorn her toned physique, adding an edge of danger to her alluring persona.

The video opens with Nickey in a tasteful yet short denim skirt and strappy stilettos. She arches her back, thrusting out her voluptuous rump as she reaches for the sky. Slowly, she unzips the skirt and lets it fall to the floor, revealing a barely-there g-string that covers little more than the essentials.

Her yoga mat awaits, placed before a large window that allows the tantalizing view of her body to be shared. One by one, she removes her shoes and accessories, deepening her concentration as she listens to breath.

In a graceful movement, Nickey lowers herself into a down-facing dog, her muscular thighs parting to showcase her toned legs and the tiny scrap of cloth covering her most intimate area. She inhales deeply, her ample bosom swelling with each breath before bringing her head between her arms in a way that displays her arching back and cheeks.

Rolling onto her back, Nickey begins some simple stretches, legs bending and opening. Her body twists and undulates, the muscles in her abdomen flexing with the movements. One hand slides down between her legs, caressing her inner thigh as the other pays tribute to the generous curves of her breasts.

Rising to a diamond position, Nickey begins to flow. She weaves her way into a lunge, kneeling with one leg extended and knee high as the other presses inward. Turning towards the camera, she runs a hand along her stomach and over her shoulder, cupping her own face for just a second before splitting her legs into a glorious side splint.

The tempo of her breathing increases, her chest rising and falling with quickening beats. She rolls over into a Downward Dog again, ass high and waving like a ripe fruit on a tree. Reaching back, she tugs at the g-string, pulling the what little of it was covering her snatch away completely, tossing it aside.

Nickey settles onto her back once more, legs bent and feet flat on the mat. Spreading her thighs, she allows the camera to zoom in as she plunges a long finger into her sopping wet opening. She pulls it out, coated with shiny juices, before bringing it to her mouth to taste. Slick with arousal, her pupils dilate and eyelids flutter.

She props her head up on her elbows, focusing her eyes on the viewer as she slowly rubs her clit, massaging the hood and pressing harder against the swollen nub. Her free hand roams across her breasts and kneads her nipples until they stiffen and strain, aching from the pleasure and neglect.

Nickey brings her up her knees and drops her weight on her heels, taking the pose into a pigeon. Reaching behind and lacing her hands on her back, the flexes of her thighs and gluteus maximus highlight her flexibility and limberness. She writhes and grinds, the hood and head of her clit visible as she deserts both hands to play fully in her pussy.

As if possessed by some supernatural force, pasty button eyes roll into the back of her head, pupils still dilated and unfocused. Nickey pinches and flicks a nub before plunging two more slender digits inside, pumping her hips against her hands as if she had a cock buried deep.

Landing on her stomach, she assumes a cat-cow position, masturbating through it. Her fingers plant nest deep into rumors soaked folds, emerging dripping with fluid. She takes the chance to free her breasts from the bra Bindings them, allowing them to lay happily upon the mat, nipples straining with each touch.

Surely, she cannot keep uP much longer. Nickey wrenches onto her knees, balancing her upper body on straight arms as she rolls and rocks into her digits. Sonorous moans escape, titties bouncing with each buck. Finally, she crests that mountain, a powerful explosion ripping through her body.

The brunette collapses on her hand, wiggle and quivering as if electrocuted, before finally settling in a twist to face the camera. Smirking through her panting, she-thumbs up the lens, a sign that she’s eager for you to get your own hands into something as naughty. Yoga pants, bat. Yum. . .