In this raw and uncensored video, I embody the role of a high-powered, wealthy businesswoman who knows exactly what she wants, and how to get it. For this weekend's pleasure, , I've summoned a young, innocent virgin, his naivety as alluring as his untouched manhood. As he stands before me, trembling and tearful, his reluctance only fuels my desire. Each whimper that escaped his lips is met with the sharp sting of my palm, silencing his fears as my hands roam his inexperienced body. There's no escape, no turning back; his virginity is mine to claim, and I relish in his resistance. I make his service me with his tongue, demanding he worship my pussy and asshole, preparing his oversized cock for the tight embrace of my sec. Despite his protests, I take control, impaling myself on his rigid shaft, using him for my own carnal satisfaction. His body betrays him, erupting deep within me, marking the end of his innocence and the fulfillment of my ruthless desires.
They call it a Devil's Threesome. Why does it end up feeling so heavenly? You, another man, and a sexually devious woman between you... How closely will you all connect? 16+minutes AUDIO
Ready, player? This is a POV ****, between me and you: Poison Ivy and Batman. We each get a choice when it's our turn. Block, attack, magic, pass. I play with you at first, letting you get in a few blows. Wearing you out. Then, I pull out the powerful magic. Poison lips, venomous scratches, cracking vine whips, and the resulting **** that leaves you disoriented and weak. I taunt you, I attack you, I manipulate you, and I seduce you. Even the swaying of my hips radiates an energy that scrambles your brain. Who will win? There's only one way to find out.
You've decided to get in shape. You really want to get your engine running, lubricate the parts, increase your stamina, boost your testosterone, and, let's face it: you want to look good naked. So, you've hired a trainer. He's fit, handsome, and sometimes you even find yourself getting lost in the glistening sweat on his incredible body. You certainly want to be him - but sometimes you wonder... do I want to be taken by him? The only time you can both meet is after closing at the gym, when the door locks. It's just you and him, moving your body until it hurts, all so you can build yourself up to the man you want to be. More like... him. He watches your every move, monitoring your form and gently touching your body to guide you into the rhythm of the exercise. It's just you and him. Alone. Sweating. Grunting. Pulling. Pushing. Breathing heavily. It's almost as if he can sense the sexual tension between you. His touches become more intimate, more sensual. Is it all in your head? When he slides his hand between your ass, fondling you, he lets you know that he's thinking of it, too. He is an expert in body control. His self discipline has taught him how to discipline other men. As you do the exercises, you feel his hands touch you in places that have nothing to do with the muscles you're working. And you let him. What follows is the most intense experience of your life. He explores your body, and you can feel that he has total control over you. You surrender your ass to him. You let him use your mouth and throat. It feels more right than wrong, and the combination of the two fills your body with ecstasy. You've never been with a man, let alone a man with such expert hands. A man who makes you feel like no woman has ever made you feel. As you feel him thrust inside your holes, you moan and sweat drips down on your bare, trembling skin, from his dripping sweaty body. Alone, in that empty gym, you have your first homoerotic experience. And it changes your life forever. He guides you to the showers... you're covered in bodily fluids and flush with afterglow. See Also: Gay Training
This conservative bigot is canvassing the neighborhood, warning everyone about the dangers of "transgenders." He wants to make sure the neighborhood is straight and "moral." Well, we think he's obsessing way too much about trans people and maybe he needs to be connected to his inner desires - and we're going to do it the hard way! We doll him up in a slutty little skirt (he was already wearing a patriotic g-string and a locked chastity device! Shocker!) and make him strip for us. We're going to turn him into a GIRL, for REAL. We slap an estrogen patch on him, with my strap-on cock in HER ass and my girlfriend's REAL COCK in her mouth, and we spit-roast her until her eyes roll to the back of her head. We make her gag on cock, take asshole pounding, and my girlfriend CUMS INSIDE OF HER several times! This slut is full of cum and, while she struggled at first, she quickly opened up and accepted her new identity - as a slut, a trans slut who will take female hormones, grow real tits, and take cock from morning to night! How's that for a "trans agenda"? Featuring Chloe Corrupt
Goddess Amadahy and I think nothing of you. We think you are less than nothing: the dirt beneath our shoes, the garbage we throw away. We know you are pathetic, disgusting, unworthy, and worthless. We spit all over your face, because that's all you deserve, LOSER. Loogie after chunky snotty spit loogie, we pummel your pathetic face with our perfect SPIT while flipping you the bird and loser signs!
The two alpha sex idols of the office are quite sure that you're their permanent bitch now. Wherever, whenever. you're a good time, a fast break, a refreshing pick-me-up whenever Mr. Stud needs to let off some steam. And the most smoking hot woman in your entire company, who loves to get freaky with Mr. Stud, wants to fuck your holes as well! Cornered, isolated, double-teamed, and FUCKED by two people who are hotter than you, more powerful than you, cooler than you, better than you in every way, and you are completely at their sexual mercy.
So filthy, so sweaty, so disgusting, they are practically JUICY with foot stink. And that's what drives you wild, isn't it? You go wild for them - put them right under your nostrils, and SNIFF deeply until your eyes roll to the back of your head and your dick bulges with excitement. Stroke for them. Beg for them. Buy them. Devour them. Listen to me talk about the pungent state of these old socks, from my foot smell, to my methods for making them as stinky as possible, and what I do to make sure they arrive to you "fresh" and rancid. Inhale the stank so deeply that it travels down your spine and makes your cock spring and leak. Sniff so hard that it fills your mouth with the chewy smell of my perfect, sweaty, funky FEET.
CUSTOM: Okay, here is the narrative. This one may center around financial domination and overall female supremacy. After reading this please feel free to create the video description in your own words as this may be a bit hard to describe. You would be seated, whole body in view, legs crossed and wearing leggings and heels of course. The outfit from "Wife Stealer" would be awesome. I would be on my knees in front of you and you would be relating to me how we first me and how I got myself into this situation. We met when you moved into our apartment complex, I had seen you around but did not have any interaction with you until the day we were in the coffee shop together. You were new to the area and apStep-Parently your bank card was not working - I offered to pay for your coffee and we had some small talk. Upon leaving you thanked me and I replied with "anytime, my pleasure". Little did I know that this would continue thru the week. Other instances occurred like the time that you had a flat tire and the mobile repair shop would only take cash and I was there to pay the bill. Things like this seemed to happen all the time and each time you always promised to pay me back. Here you can use your imagination to create other scenarios. Well one day upon seeing you, you mentioned that you could use a good foot massage. I immediately offered my services ( maybe too fast ). You declined saying that you should not have asked me. You mentioned that when you get settled in that you would find a good salon. I jokingly said " I guess I'll pay for that too". We laughed and time went by. A few days later you asked if my offer to massage your feet was still good - I replied "yes" And that is how I now find myself on my knees in front of you. I am paying your bills and being your little bitch. I am cleaning your apartment and paying you for the opportunity ( and thanking you as well ). I am paying your rent etc. At some point relate to me that you know that I most likely have jerked off thinking about you. You make me admit it and you laugh and then tell me that I must pay for privilege as well. Add what you think is appropriate and continue to mock me, laughing, calling me a bitch, a wimp etc. Shoe worship, You are superior - I'll never have you, only good enough to serve you etc. Your custom videos have always been the best. You never disappoint. Always clever and genuine. Thank you.
No one can resist Her poison lips. She makes sure of it, by blending Her glossy wet lipstick with plant-derived poisons. These toxic substances are transferred to Her victims via a passionate kiss... and they become putty in Her hands, completely vulnerable to Her control and desires. She can do whatever She wants with him. When She began Her plans to dominate the entire city - and then the world - the government didn't know what to do. How could anyone defeat Her, when it is impossible to resist Her erotic charms? No human can escape the mesmerizing poison. So, they called in Superman. "Your powers don't work on me - that's why they sent me, not Batman," he smugly says with his arms crossed. She slithers closer to him, running Her fingers up his body like vines, brings Her mouth closer to his, and purrs as She looks into his eyes, "Your only weakness is Kryptonite, right?" "Yes." He is stoic, staring forward and rolling his eyes, unfazed. "Well..." She moves forward like a Venus fly **** and presses Her silky lips against his. Her tongue caresses his mouth, and the passion of Her kiss stops time for a moment as it flows throughout his space body. A violet vapor delivers the dose and wafts between them. A hint of bright green vapor wraps itself into his nose and mouth, and his eyes drop as soon as it enters him. When he flutters them open, he finds that his brain has been washed and his powers taken from him. Every cell in his body is madly in love with Poison Ivy. "...I put some of it in My lipstick." His eyelids flutter and his brain is locked. His eyes roll from being overtaken by erotic magic, int.x.ica.ted by Her Love Potion. It was the perfect recipe to take down an invincible superhero. Now that he is powerless, She is free to use him for Her plans to take over Earth and all the living things in it. Humans will pay for what they've done to plant life, and She will make sure of it. But Ivy needs some ingredients to complete Her doomsday devices, and a flying man who is brain washed into following Her every command is a perfect assistant. She needs things - he is desperate to serve Her. First, She must complete the destruction of Superman by stripping him of his powers to stop Her. She must extract it from him by hand. As She speaks seductively into his ears, She muses over Her plans. Superman, after he's been used for evil, will become Ivy's fuck slave for eternity. She strokes his cock with hands that wrap around him like ivy. Even if he wanted to resist, he couldn't. "You're in love with Me." "Madly!" Poison Ivy gives Superman the best - and last - hand job of his life. No fingers or hands have ever touched his super cock like this before, he is delirious with pleasure. As he gets closer and closer to orgasm, She taunts him and reminds him that if he cums, he will fail the city - and the world. But he doesn't care. He can't stop himself from releasing all of his powers to Poison Ivy, through his hard dick. Visit My Porn Hub page or Twitter for a FREE 2 MINUTE PREVIEW: search Sarah DiAvola
I've made you wait until we were properly married, to let you touch me sexually. And now, it's finally here: our honeymoon. The time to consummate our marriage. But I don't want you, sweetie. I've got my eye on your best man. He's cool, sexy, big, strong, and popular. I've already played footsie with him under the table at the wedding rehearsal, so I know he's packing a huge cock. What, you thought he was smiling because he was happy for you? No, darling. Your fiancee was playing with his penis while you were sitting right next to her. I'm going to break your heart, throw it on the ground, and stomp it to bits in my thigh-high white stockings and black designer pumps. Ooooh, I'm so excited about our honeymoon! I'm going to let your best man put his big strong hands all over my entire body. Let him peel off - or rip off, I hope! - the ridiculously expensive white lace bra, panty, and garter set you purchased just for this special night. He will appreciate what's underneath them, and they'll be thrown into the corner. He's not even your real friend anyway, because you're too much of a loser. Do you think a guy like him would call you a friend? Now we're laughing at you with his dick inside my pussy. Every time he walks past you, he will look at you with a swagger that says, "I'm fucking your wife." Let's go into explicit detail about every second of our wedding night. From start to... finish. Every orgasm I have, motivates you to spend more on me - in an attempt to compensate for your shortcomings. And that's why I married you, sweetie. To slowly drain you and make your entire life into one long effort to win me back. To show me that you might have a chance to be worthy. Then, after I've cum several times and he finally pumps his thick load of cum into my just-married body, I'll tell you (Oh! I forgot to mention that you'll be watching the entire adulterous affair.) to pucker up and put your mouth over my freshly-fucked pussy. Lips to lips. I'll relax my body and look down at you while I tell you to suck every last drop of your best man's cum from your new wife's pussy. It's going to be the greatest night of your life, husband, and it's the start of a long and happy (for me) relationship that only the grave can put asunder. UNCENSORED NUDITY
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