LUBED – Sluts Jada Stevens and Crystal Rae nasty oiled fuck
“Gleaming skin in a wet, slick sheen, the two slutty screen sirens oppressively oiled every inch of their nubile bodies as they slinked across the set’s squalid living room. A diabolical duo, grown-up porn princesses Jada Stevens and Crystal Rae, both of them renowned for brazen on-screen debauchery, languidly undulated their curvaceous figures, the girls’ rotund behinds and bountiful busts tracing provocative probabilities in the air.
Off-screen, the threesome’s “director” smirked, his bulge of burgeoning excitement quickly unfastening his fly and drawing out a hefty unit begging for some wet and wild action. Crystal and Jada, advertising their common codependency on cum and visibility, took their seated positions opposite one another, temporarily leaving him hard and throbbing.
The brunettes’ pour-over began with whorish winks, and then the fluidic fondling ensued, titty-fucking hands temping tongues. Whispers of veiled vulgarities enveloped them as the pungency of peachy nectar and frictionless flesh eked out from between the babes’ football-sized breasts and round unhindered rears.
A back-and-forth pole-vaulting match of puckered peaks took place, the gals adorned in body art whorling their bodies close enough for any observing onlookers to experience their every breath, sumptuous squalor. Skin-to-skin and slick as viscous oil, the buttery brush-paint of their fingertips traced the curves of cranial craniums and met in messes of ebony tresses before plowing past the ear, lobe teasing, and downward in a pattern that ceased only when arriving at the busty bratlens’ protracting peaks of pleasure, each one distending from the excitement of the other’s haute hands.
Finally breaking the spell for the benefit of the sad sack schemer spying on their sideshow, Crystal parted her lips invitingly, and Jada sauntered over with columns of curvy cream gleaming in the light. Congealed messes of eerie accurate eroticism soon offended the apologetic air, the girls tugging each other’s tongs towards the queen bees of their cliques.
Aligned, the ladies locked lips and began undulating their lower digits as if reaching for salvation or dread, and when they did, the air filled with a symphony of squishing squalor as their fingers pistons pummeled their pulsating pie holes. An egregious exchange followed, the cum brats’ cervices soon leaking in a drizzle of down-low discipline as they oralized the others’ pulsingpieces.
Synchronized shrieks soon scented the air as all three parties screamed out in symphony, the symbiotic system of their spying, having picked up on the pace of their stimulations, now matching her sexuality development with that of the girls’ body’s sexual stage. Finally, Crystal and Jada, concurring their climaxes, collapsed back into one another, scraped and sore, suggesting that the show was over – until the final horrific half-mast terrified them unforgettably.
Beneath her cum matted mop, Jada first noticed the intruder, her parting lip sneer suggesting a silent summary of their show. Comically conscious of the camera, Crystal covered herself, but in so doing exposed more through her efforts. Then, eye to eye with the felon, she flinched and Jada followed, their dream-come-true fantasy morphed into ‘T анатомич Forked real quick.
Sweat smelling of sex, Jada uttered their request over crying, the other girls taking on her concerns, and he stunned, angry, and flustered. “You wanted me to catch you! You didn’t protest at first. You can’t say I surprised you.” The glistening girls trembled but remained mute.
“Oh…” she uttered before licking her lips… tentatively. “Somehow I’d rather face jail than you returning this video to my husband.”
Still fuming furiously, Jada reached out, one long finger trailing along his insistence to create a battle that only cum could resolve.
And then the girls were up, and various parts of him in various parts of them, as legs and lips and licks commenced, the camera soon mistanked and madness infecting them once more. Bending over an armless armchair, Jada’s oiled and gleaming rump was soon attending to Crystal’s needs with the help of the schstalker’s hefty, veiny shaft.
Slowly but surely, the steelskid pit-pitted Jada’s parabreflective basin, and then both girls scurried back to the floor to suck wretched slop off each other’s hungry holes, each girl hoping that their wrong choices be will be rewarded with his wrothinker.
Finally, the ugly tumble was over, and Dum and Dumber were drenched with cum, the sticky spews obscenely arranged on their twisted faces and in their mouths. Gazing from the camera lens to the silhouette of the executioner in the doorway beyond, Crystal let a single streak of our judgments streak down her cheek: finally, she thought, another worthy sacrifice had been made for the sake of their shame.
