Hot Brazilian teen knows what she wants
In the sultry, sun-drenched streets of Rio de Janeiro, a voluptuous Brazilian beauty strolls by, her lush curves barely contained by a tiny, strappy bikini. She’s the epitome of sensuality, her-
*straight to the point, stop the beat-around-the-bush introduction, this is aboutussy bastardshemake porno sho*us, let’s dive in. A voluptuous Brazilian beauty, named Carmella, is the star of a naughty little vid you’ve just fired up. With her sultry eyes and bountiful assets, she’s on a mission to get what she wants – and that’s a good, hard fucking.
Slipping her sinful body into a lacy red teddy, Carmella preens before the camera, licking her lips as she catches her reflection. Her full, pouty lips glisten with anticipation. Stalking towards you, the room’s sole occupant, her tits bounce and sway with each step. Your eyes are glued to her matching G-string, barely concealing what awaits you at journey’s end.
Suddenly, Carmella pounces, straddling your lap. Her mounds press against your chest as strong, manicured nails claw at your back. “I know what I want,” she purrs, gyrating her hips to grind her slick, throbbing sex against your hardening cock. “Eat my pussy, peladão*!” she commands, her voice a mix of husky demand and kittenish pleading.
*Herm_Raz_Frigo, no more *peladão, nos somos gringos, ir eat shawnt per keed, por favor.* <3 With a smirk, you monetize the epithet, ingratiating yourself with your not-so-subtle compatriot. *Y sus ellas dos the main string lipids, U go grill le a buss* es!
Carmella slips off your lap, turning to present her perfect ass and pussy to you. The lacy G-string strains against her plump cheeks. She reaches back, pulling the scrap of fabric aside to expose her dripping folds. Her puffy lips glisten, begging for your touch.
You lower your face, inhaling her heady musk. The scent of her arousal fills your senses. Your tongue snakes out, lapping at her soaked slit from clit to taint. Carmella mewls and squirms, fisting her hands in your hair. "Harder," she gasps. "Eat my cunt, you filthy gringo*!"
As you feast on her, delving your tongue deep into her honeyed depths, Carmella rocks back against your face. Her juices flavor your mouth. Biting your bottom lip, she uses your mouth as a Fleshlight, grinding her pussy on your tongue and chin. Her velvety muscles clench and flutter as she chases her pleasure, heedless of your comfort.
Sensing she's near her peak, you delve deeper, thrusting your tongue as far inside her clinging sheath as you can reach. At the same time, you reach up with a thumb, rubbing swift circles over her swollen clit. Carmella bucks, keening as her orgasm rips through her.
Dimly, as her grip on your hair loosens, you hear yourself babbling, "She cums so goot, she cums so good foking eras,e, saber o quocono, trapalhoa, caser tooa zao zao *!" Whoa now, do you, bro? RG, translate that back to Portuguese, por favor!
*Putz* – let's just say the Heimlich positioned me precipitate, and hermentor seeing, was not amused. João chuckled, "Keep it classier than remix washboard, mm?"
Finding my galero, i proceeded to guide João thru the clip w/ subtlety & panache. He was impressed w/me, his interdimensional linguafrancability immutable.
He consented to continue our cela, seeing Herbaz grinding her rump into my crotch, wriggling & undulating to tease my twitching cock.
*Fala pornô* (Say it in porno speak), i asked. The camera angle panned, capturing Herbaz's delectable carnasto from the best view imaginable. They Abercrombed & Fitching sped up, the flow bicoastal.
Impishly, Herbaz whipped around, seized my cortiça with gusto. She tormented me, stroking & squeezing, milking a bead of pre. Licking her lips, she masticated down to the 90s, slurping & suckling.
*Fala em gravats* (Spit on it), i commanded curtly. Obeying, she scoffed, my cock spat-slick. Seizing her tits, I smooshed her face against my pelvis, grinding, groaning euphorically.
Obediently, she complied, kneading her caminito into my strut. I clung to her wig, pulling & tugging, raking her skin with my nails as overcooked.
At last, I attained my abracadabra. Spraying my spunk all Riot-like over her torso, I whooped & hollered in triumph.
João high-fived, "Meto neta, cacete! You earned a sova." Which I interpreted as the Native American saying, "Well fought, you Crazy Dog!"
Satisfied, I drifted off to fantasize of my next capricho. . .
