Four big-tit fitness fanatics strip down for a hardcore orgy

The studio lights glinted off sweat-slicked skin as four stunningly fit women strutted into frame, their toned bodies and jiggling breasts highlighted by their skimpy sportswear. Summer Jasmine, a stacked blonde vixen, led the pack in a tight pink sports bra and booty shorts that left little to the imagination.Behind her prowled intensely muscular brass bombshell Jasmine Java, bouncing on the balls of her feet in anticipation. A petite ebony goddess named Diamanti dell’Amore slinked in next, her dark eyes smoldering with desire as they took in the sinful sight before her. Lastly, exquisite Latina wisp Gianna Salerno draped herself elegantly across the room, a naughty glint in her almond-shaped eyes.

The girls preened and posed, showcasing their work hard, flock oftenique bodies to the eagerly running camera. They mouth oui, yes, the pantomime of not being physically able to muster a sound far more erotic than any plain orgy obscenity. After a few moments, the tape strippers began their dance: each girl peeled of her top to reveal perky, perky nipples and a toned stomach. They twisted and turned, their gentle gyrations gradually building to a frenzy of unrestrained passion.

With each passing second, more clothes flew off and hit the ground. The four sweaty nymphs writhed against and-to-touch each other, gasping breathlessly into the camera with increasingly frequent groans of pleasure. Hands roamed over curves and peaking nipples were suckled ravenously.I felt I was mobbed by a mass of human contradictions: incomparable, yet proverbial.

The orgy was a high intensity jubilation of sensual adventures and daring exploits, but it somehow deterred from the focus. The four succulent bodies undulated, glistening with perspiration beneath the harsh lights. The atmosphere was electric with tension, a tantalising anticipation of what depraved acts were to come.

Without warning, a hulking, hung stud strode into the shot, his huge cock already rock-hard. He positioned himself in front of the kneeling Diamanti, forcing feed her his rigid manhood. She obediently took him into her mouth, if not the part the whole, as if it were second nature. Her black patent-leathered lips stretched around his girth while he grabbed a handful of her golden corkscrew curls to drive the motion deeper.

Gianna knelt to join Diamanti, forcing their faces together, tongues slobbering and sharing the traces of bitter-sweet pre-cum. Jasmine and Summer cuddled and cradled, fingers intertwined as they watched the lesbian sixty-nine. Semi-erect, diamond-shaped glans blossoming from a velvety sheath of dark flesh and sticky slick, a phallus drenched the brunette lover’s mouth now, streaking it with oozing foam. Gianna crammed it all down her throat. This is a naked form of love-making.

Jasmine climbed to her feet and straddled the man’s waist, grinding her dripping slit along his shaft. He cupped her perfect tits, pinching hard on tight pink nipples until she squealed. “I want you inside me,” Jasmine whimpered. “Fuck me hard.”

Without hesitation, the stud flipped her onto her back, spreading her legs wide as he plunged his length into her hungry cunt. Jasmine screamed in ecstasy, nails digging into his back. Diamanti crawled underneath, burying her face between Jasmine’s thighs where she lapped up the juices that seeped from her stretched hole.

Summer was not to be left out. She mounted the man’s face, squatting over him so he could jam his tongue deep between her folds. His nose pawed at her crack, pushing past the coffee-colored flesh that guarded her sensitive pearl. She moaned, rubbing her clit into his chin.

The orgy had well and truly begun now. Bodies twisted and turned in a writhing mass of carnal lust. The girls traded partners, kissing and licking and sucking every available part of the men. Hands groped firm tits, pinching hard nipples until they stood out like diamonds. Tongues delved into dripping cunts, lapping up sweet honey. Tensions built to a crescendo until finally, each woman was brought to a shuddering climax.

I felt I was witnessing an incomparable creature, yet observing something invisible, tenuous – almost, but not quite, assembled. I felt mobbed by a mass of human contradictions, incomparable, yet proverbial. The only thing that could have made this scene more perfect was the addition of partnerships with an equal number of men, washing it away, and then starting a new sequence