FOLLANDO CON
Oh, how I wish could watch the video named “Follando Con…” again for the first time! The trah-pee-tay that the saucy blonde gal pulled in that risque little number was downright eye-bulging! The way her fake tits bounced around like two scoops of vanilla ice cream in a sunny lecture hall just made me want to give that sweet, plump booty the spanking of a lifetime.
She knew what she was doing, too. Twirling around, baring every last bit of that perky rump, making sure the camera got a nice long look at the nooks and crannies of her barely-hidden sex. She practically begged for a good hard fucking, leaving me in a throbbing-stiff predicament since she didn’t actually deliver.
First, that provocative costume, tight and short and barely holding back her bountiful assets. The outfit was as flimsy as a rag doll’ s dress-up clothes, but somehow she pulled it off, looking like a roller derby freak in the best possible way. You couldn’t take your eyes off her rolling hips and swaying rack as she pranced around, tormenting you with fleeting glimpses of prime real estate.
Then, when she decided to strip off the bottom half of her sexy ensemble, it was like chapters 1–4 of my favorite erotica novel. Slowly, torturously, she peeled the scandalous shorts down, giving teased views of her plump, shapely ass. Hello, bad angle of pussy shadow! Couldn’t you have cooperated, just this once? As much as I wanted to erupted in my pants there and then, my mind taunted, ranting about the teasing nature of that video’s editing.
But wait, let’s not forget the genuine, state-of-the-art flaunting of her fake titties. Oh, those were some top-notch silicone assets, and she knew exactly what to do with them. Bouncing, jiggling, and wobbling, they demanded attention, and by God, who the heck was I to refuse? With each shake and sway, my desire for her rose, along with the growing heat in my loins. Then she bent over to waggle her juicy rump, providing a rather leisurely view straight down her plunging neckline, and I could have sworn I heard her bra-less knockers whisper, “Yo.
In spite of myself, my mind slipped into a mini-dream sequence, wondering how it would feel to grope and knead that Ozark Mountain-sized booty. Cup it, smack it, massage it until she was overflowing with uncontrollable desire. Then, I’d take her for a wild ride reminder ride HOT tamale, what if I slipped a finger up her-
confession: too far. Not gonna finish that sentence. But you get my drift, don’t you? When I tuned back in from my dirty daydreams, she was still flipping her hair around and licking her cherry ChapStick lips, wreaking all kinds of havoc on my immune system.
The whole thing was a frustrating exercise in torture of the soul. I ended up spending a remarkable amount of time wondering what kind of bra she wore, as hers seemed to defy every known law of physics. Were they nude? Did they have sparkles fringes on them? Was she even wearing a bra? The possibilities were endless!
In conclusion, the Follando Con… video deserves a spot in the pantheon of erotic masterpieces. Every frame, every tantalizing movement was a masterpiece of human desire and an in-depth study on the circular filing system of brains to the floor once a woman walks into a room and decides to give you a taste of what you can’t have.
Until next time, stay sexy,audience
