We could wake up to find ourselves under any assortment of things... But we'd scrap all that and choose to lounge beneath Abella.
Every part of Jessie Lee could serve as a call to action for a body... but we're finding it particularly hard to resist poppin' our D when she takes these fingers into her mouth, and they slide deep down her throat, then she closes her eyes and opens them to gaze at us with a look that tells us she knows we can barely keep it together. But like, what else could we possibly do in this situation? She's got us exactly where she wants us... and, uh, we want it too.
We knew you all would get along! Look at you hitting it off, whispering sweet nothings and telling secrets like a couple of romantic lovers. Asses love hearing sweet nothings, by the way, if you didn't already know. Especially the kind of sweet nothing punctuated by some delving licks from a warm and lovely tongue. Sheesh, we wanna get in on this conversation. Where's our Cyrano de Bergerac??
It's almost like getting a kitten to purr, but instead of a nice little chin scratch you've gotta give her pussy some next-level lovin' with a skilled and sensual hurricane tongue. Yeah, not everyone is capable of it... but when that special someone comes along, Ms. Jane is the kind of kitty who makes it known.
Y'all know we like smash-jammin' dicks into cunts and cunts into faces something fierce. However, we also have our tender side, who doesn't mind slipping on a little Sadé, sipping some wine, lighting some candles, and gently caressing a hot ass with one turgid cock. See? We're romantics at heart.
They're just such gregarious little fuckers, those! Or we guess they're actually not little at all. And the conversation is actually pretty one-sided. Because they're silent. Yet we're entranced by their soundless story as much as if Mark Twain himself were spinning a yarn for us. Our response may be something along the lines of, "Uhh -- uhhhh... Whaaaat..." but that's all we can muster if you unleash your tits upon us like this. Yeah, we might not be the most charming chat-mate. But we're great listeners!
There's really no shortage of poolside activities that take one to their happy place. Reading a book, sipping a lemonade, just basking in the sunlight -- it's all pretty stellar. But... if you have the opportunity to participate in a gorgeous threesome we'd say take it. It's the poolside trump card.
Yeah, that thing is taking no prisoners. We're just going to be very, very nice to it in the hopes that it doesn't gobble us up. Although, we suppose fear isn't the proper reaction here -- this ass can surely be reasoned with, right? It looks like a very logical and pragmatic sort of ass. So we'll just carefully present our side of the argument. Which is... wait, staying out of it? Oh, forget it. If there's any way to go out in a blaze of glory in this world, it'd be in the clutches of this gorgeous thing. We're ready.
It takes a lot for us to even propose this question, because we've seen a lot of beach and a lot of fine ass. We haven't, however, been introduced to one Melisa Mendiny, though. But now that we have, we're gonna go ahead and chuck our beach umbrella aside because we'd rather shade ourselves under this sweet thang.
We appreciate the artistic lighting that Babes.com has employed here -- though we're not sure if Iwia and her boo are boning by a fire or if they're the ones creating the sparks. We think the exuberance with which this dude is bangin' could create an enveloping aura of warmth that would wrap any lucky fellas nearby in an ever-lovin' glow. We'd toast up some s'mores and stuff over that, sit back, and relax. Sounds like a mighty fine evening in as far as we can tell.
If there's one thing we love about Danny Wylde -- in addition to his humor, eloquence, and literary proclivities -- well, it's that he can really nail a 'ho in need. So when Evi Fox rolled up into the Kink studios for some public disgracing, we're sure they lit up the Danny Wylde sign (it's like the one for Batman but incredibly depraved) and he was there in a flash, with his cock rock-hard and ready to serve. He's such a good guy, that Danny (truly!).
We're not sure if you've gotten a chance to try her, but just know you're missing out big time. We mean, just look... she can't even keep herself off herself! There she is, just grabbing her awesome boobs and taking a big lick like she's made out of sweet 'n' sticky ice cream. Now we just need to find some chocolate sauce and a cherry or two with which to top her. Oh, damn, we're getting hungry. But there's nothing wrong with having dessert first, if you get our drift (we think you do).
Seriously, like, we cannot see this and know what to do with ourselves. We're awestruck, rendered speechless, like, have to go lie down in the dark alone for a while because this is almost too much for our fragile senses to bear. There are really no words. Look -- just look! We'll render ourselves into stupefaction for this, though. Worth it. Maddy... damn.
This is a fun game where the "it" at hand is her hot ass! Did you think we were talking about a spliff or something? No, siree. (Not that we'd turn that down, per se.) But no, here we've got cruel mistress Gia DeMarco handling the electro-stix and manhandling that Bailey's pert little bum. We're sure she could use a doob to calm down after this encounter. Oh, or cumming all over Ms. DeMarco, and vice versa. That's pretty soothing as well.
Oh, we think she's looking at the irreproachable gates of fucking heaven because Erik Everhard is working her up from the waist down with his devil tongue. You know homegirl ain't long for this world with that kinda ish going on. And we're sure nary a soul could resist the tempting thrill Mr. Everhard imparts. He's got sorcery in that tongue; we swear! We could all use a little taste of that dark side, huh?
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