FantasyHD HD Ava Addams tits special
The sun hung high in the crisp French sky as Ava Addams sauntered through the lush vineyard. Her heels clicked against the gravel path, drawing the gaze of all who saw her. Every flounce of her curvaceous hips, every bounce of her ample bosom, sent a shiver down the spines of men and women alike.
Ava was the very essence of a French MILF – sultry, confident, and oozing sex appeal. Her full, pouty lips pursed around a slim vape pen, releasing plumes of sweet smoke into the air. With her voyeuristic tits barely contained by a low-cut lacy bustier and tiny denim cutoffs hugging her round ass, she epitomized the walking wet dream that FantasyHD.com had made its goal to fulfill.
Smirking to herself, Ava made her way toward the old wooden wine barrel shed. She knew her co-star, studly Frenchman Yannick, would be waiting to join her for today’s “big tits special” shoot. Slipping inside the dimly lit building, she spied the handsome man already seated on a bed, posing for the camera with a dopey grin. Ava sashayed over, tactilely running her hands over an arsenal of wine bottles lining a shelf.
“You’re looking tasty, Yannick. Like how I handle these bottles?” Ava drawled, picking one up and slowly tracing circles on Yannick’s chest with the tip. Her voice was sultry silk, her movements liquid sin. With a practiced flick, she popped the cork, the air filling with the aroma of rich red wine. Dipping her fingers in, Ava sensuously licked them clean, making an exaggerated show of savoring the flavor. “Now you,” she purred, dripping the crimson liquid onto Yannick’s thickness through his jeans. Swatting the fabric aside, Ava licked the wine off until she reached the prize, teasing the head with kitten licks.
“Putain!” Yannick exclaimed, fisting his hands in Ava’s chestnut mane. His moans increased in volume as Ava hollowed her cheeks and took him deep with a wet slurp. Being enveloped by her plush lips and tight throat was sheer ecstasy. Her tits, barely held back by the flimsy lace, swelled and bounced hypnotically to the rhythm she set as she sucked him off.
Growing impatient, Yannick roughly fondled Ava’s pillowy tits. He squeezed and kneaded them until they heaved enticingly. “Merci pour la turlutte,” Yannick groaned, “I want to taste yours now.”
With a gleeful giggle, Ava tossed off her top and skirt, revealing a skimpy red lacy thong. She laid back on the bed, desire wafting off her glistening skin in waves. Spreading her legs, she exposed her shaved, puffed lips, soaked through her panties. A tipsy reenactment of the famous Lady Godiva ride climax unfolded as those indecent morsels slid down, leaving her displayed in their full glory.
Yannick latched onto Ava’s slick folds like a starving man, slurping and suckling greedily. He thrust his tongue in deep, marveling at her dewy sweetness. Ava cried out and arched her back, writhing in ecstasy, her globular shape jiggling with every protestor. Her cries grew shriller each time Yannick stroked and kissed her there. Soon, the tension snapped, and Ava came with a shuddering climax, painting his tongue with her honeyed dew.
“Ohhh mon dieu,” she crooned breathlessly. “Now give me your big cock! Shoop it in there deep!”
“Oui, je suis tout pour vous!” Panting hard, Yannick rammed his thick rod into Ava’s sopping slit. He drilled her with fast, hard thrusts, grunting animalistically. His muscular chest glistened with sweat as his hips swung in powerful strokes. Ava’s magnificent mams danced and bounced in rhythm, the sight of her shameless upside-down fornicating on full display.
“Raaaah!” Yannick roared, throwing his head back. He exploded with a lewd spurt, his engines smoking out a massive load. It painted Ava’s innards an addictive cream, dribbling out to wet her haunches. Sinking to the bed, they collapsed in spent bliss, basking in the soothing afterglow.
“Merci, mon ange,” Ava purred, toilette-ing his cock with sweet kisses. “You are so very handsome and giving me big cock.”
“So are you – so very mismo me your big tits,” Yannick grinned rascalishly.
They giggled, holding each other close in the hearty embrace of deep satisfaction. Outside, the sun was beginning to set, splashing the sky in molten pinks and oranges like a palate of the rapper French Montana’s offering. As a cool breeze wafted in, Ava stretched languorously, her ripe body gleaming like cherries in the twilight.
“Mmm, Oooh la la!” she purred throatily. “Fucked so hard, I’m all in ecstasy!”
