VR PORN-BRIDGETTE B SEXY MOM HAVING SEX WITH THE POOL BOY

Title: “A VR Spypiece into Bridgette B’s Forbidden Liaison with the Pool Boy”

The naughty buzz of the household remained blissfully unaware as Bridgette B, the sizzling Spanish MILF, snuck a peek through the curtains of her lavish home. Her emerald eyes sparkled with anticipation as she spotted the young, chiseled pool boy,Make sure to check out all the VR porn of Bridgette B VR on the VRbangers website. Hard at work, his toned body glistening with sweat under the scorching sun. A mischievous smirk played on her luscious lips as she licked them slowly, savoring the sinful sweetness of the forbidden fruit that awaited her.

With catlike grace, Bridgette B glided out to the pool deck, her skimpy bikini barely containing her ample assets. The young buck’s head shot up, his eyes widening in surprise as he beheld the smoldering vixen before him. “Hola, mi amor,” she purred seductively, her voice dripping with desire. “I thought you could use some help… and perhaps, a little reward for all your hard work.”

The pool boy’s tongue darted out nervously, moistening his parched lips as he gazed longingly at Bridgette B’s voluptuous curves. She sauntered closer, her hips swaying hypnotically, until she was mere inches from his heaving chest. “Do you like what you see, mi hijo?” she whispered, her hot breath tickling his ear.

He nodded, unable to find his voice, captivated by the raw sensuality emanating from the Latin goddess. Bridgette B smirked, her fingers deftly untying the strings of her bikini top. It fell away, revealing her pert, honeyed breasts, crowned with rosy nipples that begged for attention. “Touch me,” she commanded breathlessly, pressing her ample bosom against his chest. “I want to feel those strong hands on my body.”

The pool boy moaned, his calloused hands eagerly cupping Bridgette B’s breasts, kneading the supple flesh. She gasped, arching her back, offering herself to him. His thumbs brushed over her stiffened nipples, sending jolts of pleasure through her body. “Sí, just like that,” she encouraged, her voice husky with need. “Now, let’s take this inside, antes que todense…”

Bridgette B led him by the hand into the cool shade of her opulent living room. She pushed him down onto the plush leather sofa, a wicked glint in her eye as she shimmied out of her bikini bottoms. The pool boy’s mouth went dry at the sight of her bare, glistening sex, framed by neatly trimmed curls. His eyes flicked up to hers, a question in their depths. “Touch yourself,” Bridgette B ordered, running her fingers through his hair. “Let me see how hard you are for me.”

Obediently, the pool boy unbuttoned his shorts, freeing his straining erection. It sprang forth, thick and ready, the epitome of youthful virility. Bridgette B licked her lips hungrily, closing the distance between them. She straddled his lap, the heat of her core pressing against his twitching member. “Mmm, you’re so big and hard, like a pool cue,” she whispered, rutting against him teasingly. “I bet you want to plunge that deep inside me, don’t you?”

“Yes, Dios mío, sí,” he rasped, his hands gripping her wide hips possessively. “I want to fuck you until you scream.”

A wicked laugh bubbled from Bridgette B’s throat. “Then take me, mi amor. Make me yours.” She reached between them, grasping his rigid cock and positioning it at her slick entrance. With a swift downward motion, she impaled herself on his throbbing shaft, crying out as he stretched her deliciously.

The pool boy groaned, his hands tightening on Bridgette B’s hips as she began to ride him, undulating her voluptuous body sinuously. Her head thrown back in ecstasy, she was a vision of wanton pleasure, her heavy breasts bouncing with each downward thrust. He growled, driving into her harder, determined to bring her to the heights of rapture.

Their canine coupling intensified, bodies slapping together lewdly, the scent of sex heavy in the air. Bridgette B’s moans grew higher, more insistent, her nails digging into the pool boy’s shoulders. “Yes, fuck me,períndeste!” she cried, her thighs trembling, the coil of her orgasm winding tighter. “Make me cum on your big, hard cock!”

With a final, brutal thrust, the pool boy buried himself to the hilt in Bridgette B’s soaked pussy. She screamed, her walls clenching around him, milking his release. He spilled his seed deep within her, each throbbing jet of semen pushing her further into climax. They collapsed together, chests heaving, sweat-slicked skin sliding deliciously.

As their breathing evened, Bridgette B gaze her pool boy a smoldering look. “That was just a preview, mi amor,” she said silkily, trailing a finger down his chest. “The real fun is just beginning. So what do you say we take this fiesta to the pool… and teach those prying neighbors a real lesson in voyeurism?”

The End.

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