Hot Kittina Coxxx does in doggy style

Oh, what a delightful little gem of a video Hot Kittina Coxxx has left for the world to savor. That bodacious body, those seductive eyes, those curves that just won’t quit – this kitten is ready to purr.

We open with Kittina, a sultry sorceress draped in purple lace that’s barely holding her gigglers, strolling up to a humble massage parlor. The sign outside promises ‘Erotic Massage’, and Kittina’s eyes sparkle with anticipation. She’s here for her appointment, and she’s not interested in anything vanilla.

The therapist greets her with a polite smile that quickly turns into a shit-eating grin as he takes in Kittina’s breathtaking figure. He leads her to a treatment room wreathed in candles and incense. “On the table, beautiful,” he purrs, and Kittina obliges, slinking across the room like a jungle cat on the prowl.

She wriggles out of her scraps of lace, revealing a posterior that could stop traffic and legs for miles. The therapist can’t help but lick his lips as he eyeballs her goods. He starts with a light touch, sparks flying as his hands connect with her skin. But light is not what this queen is after.

Slowly, sensuously, Kittina rolls over on to her back. And it’s game on. The therapist, official massage practitioners license clearly in absentia, dives face first into her forbidden fruit. His tongue works like a brushstroke paints, long luscious licks interspersed with teasing nips. Kittina’s back arches like violin strings pulled taut and her noises, oh, those noises – this cat is practically howling!

He slides a hand lower, rubbing her in just the right spot to make her claws out. She grabs his hair, twisting locks around her fingers as pleasure blooms like a flower. “Yes, oh fuck yes!” she cries, head thrashing from side to side. The therapist has a Cheshire grin, you know he hit the jackpot with this one.

But Kittina’s not finished yet. She maneuvers them into the position she craves – that classic, doggy doggy bang bang. He slides in like a Knight slotting into his armor and they fit together like puzzle pieces. Kittina pushes back, meeting his thrusts with gusto. Her ass jiggles like a bowlful of jelly, quivering with every impact.

With a growl, she flips them over with casual strength. Kittina can take charge, thankyouverymuch. She rides him like a bucking bronco, tits bouncing wildly. His hands go to her waist, red nails glinting against dark skin. The room is filled with the sounds of skin slapping skin, of wanton cries, of pure, unadulterated lust.

Their rhythm intensifies, a wild dance as old as time. She’s a goddess as she’s swept away – statuesque and primal. The therapist grabs some massage oil, leaving a trail on her body that he traces with his fingers. He pulls out, slicking her up, and slides back in with a sensual stroke that makes Kittina bark like a hound.

She’s not far off now. That coil inside her is wound up tighter than a top. Her peak is rising faster than the meter maids parking tickets. She clenches down, so slick and hot that her man is ¡UN Poop Élmo! Kittina throws her head back, mouth opening in a silent scream as ecstasy crashes over her in waves.

She collapses on to the table, boneless and sated. The therapist pulls out with an air kiss of warning and a satisfactory squelch. He slicks one up for his own enjoyment, riding the oncoming orgasm, and then he shoots his load like a fire hose. It makes a particularly naughty sheen on Kittina’s back, like a work of art.

They take a moment, lying together, naked and glowing. “Mmm, I think I’ll come back for another massage,” Kittina purrs with a grin, stretching like a feline superstar. The therapist knows he’s found his calling – tantric masseuse to the stars. He watches in awe as Kittina struts out, head held high, the very queen of his jungle.