Hardcore Fuck By The Pool With Top-Heavy Big Tits Model Sybil Stallone

Title: A Sultry Swim: Sybil Stallone’s Hardcore Pool Fuck

“Stalker in the Shadows”? More like “Boner by the Pool”, am I right? Right from the get-go, this video, aptly named “Hardcore Fuck By The Pool With Top-Heavy Big Tits Model Sybil Stallone”, serves up piping hot, euro-style porn with a side of poolside debauchery.

It starts off all innocently enough. There’s our main girl, Sybil Stallone, lounging in a string bikini that leaves little to the imagination, her ample bosom threatening to spill out with every breath. She’s got that look in her eye though, a telltale glint that spells trouble. And sure enough, just as the viewer starts to get comfy, in strolls Mr. mystery; your average Joe turned pool party crash courtesy of some well-placed dollar bills and the come-hither wink of a desperate-for-dick model.

But Sybil isn’t your average babe either. No, no, she’s a true professional. With one flick of a hair tie and a slip of a string, she’s got blond hair cascading in waves around those huge, round tits. Pale skin, all sun-kissed and glistening from that splash she took – purely for the show, I assure you.

Good thing this guy didn’t wear a speedo – his member woulda popped right out on its own accord. Daaaaamn, Ms. Stallone knows her way around a penis. Her slender fingers stroking that hefty tool as if she’s playing a fiddle. Tracing the head, running up and down the shaft, teasing out his pre-cum then lapping it up like the greedy little minx she is.

No more playing coy now. Sybil drops to her knees, that hungry mouth stretched wide to take in his thick cock. Up and down, side to side, caresing every inch. This bitch can make a porn starlet look like an amateur! He’s red-faced and sweating endorsements trying his damnest to hold her hair back. She’s a cock-ravaged (water) blob, choking and sputtering, eyes rolled back in seventh heaven. Lazy girl, not even bothering to tread water.

He finally relents, hauls her up onto the diving board, her ass swayed up to heaven. Guess who doesn’t wear panties under her bottoms? Dude’s got not a single qualm about ripping the flimsy fabric to reveal Sybil’s freshly waxed frontal action. It’s prime porn season, guys and gals. He takes her, hard and fast, pound for pound. Bonking her back and forth on that board. If they made movies of pool parties then this would be the one to win an Oscar.

She’s got an “O” of her own, by the way, one that lasts about three minutes straight while he stuffs her fuller than a Sunday roast. Hot damn! Nothing tastes better than a lady cream pie in the buff, floating on chlorine. He delivers, shooting his load with gusto, markings his territory obviously. It’s a good thing there aren’t any kids around – that’s a lot of brain bleach.

Is this sex? Or is it just a high-grade, forked-tongue blowjob? Too early to tell! He’s still at it, pumping away like the energizer bunny. Nothing gives Sybil more pleasure than an all-nighter in the sack. Dude’s got stamina like a marathoner. Carry the one, a scissor move here, a show off of her landing strip tan lines there. Ni-ice.

Now it’s time for the finale. Sybil flips over, legs spread eagle on the cool blue tiles, giving our stud the green light for another go. He takes the dive, thrusting into her hole with the drive and precision of a swimmer seeking Olympic gold. It’s an almost holy exchange – his cock, her cunt, two souls united in a dance as old as time. Thrust, grind, swivel. Inside, outside, in and out. Oh, she’s coming undone, sobs and cries for more – but he’s right on her heels, chasing that line. “Ohhh, fuck yeah! Eat my pussy!!!” Yep, she’s nothing if not a vocal partner. It’s damn near transfixing, watching naked bodies buck and writhe in the pursuit of completion.

The end comes all too soon though. Perched up on that net like a honeybee at a buffet, Sybil receives her cream filling as Mr. Athamos rounds third and heads for home. “Take it, baby!” Her wish is his command. White streams of ejaculation rain down in what looks to be an encore performance, decorating her folds with his artwork. Finally, he slides off, spent and panting in that way only a satisfied man can manage. The water around them has a strange hue – almost pink. Adorable! The byproduct of their hard work.

And really, what kind of masculine finale would this be without the Brett Favre-esque groin grab? Seasted, hands gripped tightly behind his privates, sporting a satisfied smile. When you’re packing that kind of manhood, you’ve got to have icicles hanging off your junk in the off season. Sybil, meanwhile, is busy feline-ing around on the net, legs over her head, seized in a moment of post-coital euphoria.

“See, God? I told you it was cool to pick another swimsuit with no pockets.” She’s got no habla. And really, why budget for cash at points of entertainment like this? Cashed only comes through in the clutch and Mr. Hip Thrust has proved himself her clutch king. The meeting between thighs was memorable on all accounts; sex was had, fluids were drizzled, and orgasm was achieved. None of which should be shown to minors. Unless instructed otherwise.

Step away from the screen, citizens. This video is about to come to an end. The act is done, the deed is spoken. Ms. Stallion is ready to search for her bikini top, and what’s left of our leading man’s swim trunks. They’ll probably reconvene next week for round two, because this is nothing if not the beginning of a beautiful friendship. Or, in this case, an ongoing game of chicken which should really be called “fuck you, I’m rubber and you’re glue.” In closing, I’m not a doctor but it seems like they could have come faster by warming up first.