This pussy is having a pretty great day as far as days for pussies go. It must be her birthday or something! Kook at all these lovely gifts: there’s a fun vibrating dildo all up in her business, and a hottie cock (and subsequent load) deep within her. We should have bought something; how inconsiderate. All we can offer is a very heartfelt fapalong. It beats a singing telegram! (We think). And it’s the thought that counts, anyway, right?
That probably comes as a no-brainer. But we’re sometimes reminded that, despite all the hardcore fetishistic freaky stuff we’re into, all it takes to get us going is, simply, a babe in a chair. A babe who’s engaged in some fervent clit-rubbing. We’re pretty uncomplicated creatures when it comes down to it.
Because Sinn Sage is in town, and ain’t nobody wanna miss that. It’s like when the old-timey instrument repairfellow would pass through town twice a year, and all the violinists from miles around would bring their fiddles for a tune-up. It’s like that, except Sinn Sage does it for hot chicks and their asses. Yeah, she gets that body feelin’ right. She does it like no one else can, and that’s why she’s a master of her craft. Come to think of it, we could use a little adjusting ourself. Oh, Sinn? We need you!
We kind of didn’t think about all the potential wrought within the piledriving pose — luckily, these two did. Why, look! You can piledrive a beej way down into your babe’s throat-hole, you can get a great new angle in pussy-jizzing, and (naturally) you can really engage in some great alternative dicking. Clever, clever amateurs — giving us something to strive for every day.
Together! And even if you’ve whacked off together dozens, scores of times, each trip to the fabled land of come-town is a different adventure — a bold, brash, beautiful journey. And its terminus is a hell of a lot funner than a trip to grandma’s. At least we think. Depending on the grandma. Yeah.
If there’s one thing we like, it’s a saucy MILF. If there’s one thing we like even better, it’s two of them! This isn’t the first time we’ve seen these mega-MILFs together — but it looks like they’ve perfected their relationship by way of sexy makeouts, tasty fingerbangs, and lapping upon giant, MILFy tits. It’s a beautiful affair.
Maybe it’s because we’ve got open-air banging on the brain, but if we were this hottie fucking couple, we’d throw open the shutters and let the cool night air waft over our writhing, reverse cowgirling bodies. It adds a bit of dusky, twilight romance to the whole encounter.
Kink is giving it a whirl here in this depraved pool hall with an amped-up James Deen and crowd of rowdy spectators. But that Dana’s insatiable! Even with an ass fulla Deen cock and a mouth and pussy full of probing hands, she still wants more. And that’s why we love her.
The happiest place on earth for any gal is probably wherever her Magic Wand happens to be. It certainly seems to have brought a smile to this babe’s face. Or at least an open-mouthed orgasmic moan as she fingers herself. Both work. Jumping upon a Magic Wand is basically the equivalent of zooming around Space Mountain, we think, although we’ve actually never been on the thing ourself. We can only imagine the rush, the thrill, the ups, the downs, the sheer and spectacular joy are sort of on par. Now if only there were a way to sneak a Wand onto the aforementioned coaster — although we don’t know if a body could even handle that kind of bliss. Worth a shot (but, uh, without any of those pesky kid things around).
That Mandy! She really knows how to have a good time — yet also remain green and efficient. You see, once she drinks all the vodka from the bottle, she hops aboard the whole “Reuse, recycle, reduce” train and re-utilizes that thing as a stellar masturbator! She should probably be the spokesbabe for some nationwide campaign where everyone sends all their recyclables to her, to bang them. We think that makes sense as a plan. Who said environmental consciousness couldn’t be smoking hot?
Why, just look at the little smile on that Hitachi Magic Wang! Everyone’s having a ball at this get-together. And we’re invited, too! Somebody better break out the popcorn and beer, because it’s a real party now. The sexy orgasm kind of party.
It’s strange how sensitive we’ve become to things like this. Lad’s mag girls never show their bottom halves naked, so the minute we get so much as a hint of bare crotch, we’re all over it. Case in point, this outtake of Seren Gibson puts us on the road to
perdition pussy, and we’re staring at it so damn hard.
The literal kind, that is. Although hey, in the right context the human kind of walking asshole jerk is kinda funny to have around too. But still, we prefer the type that can be licked and fucked and admired like a pretty gal in her Sunday best. So, like — this kind. But instead of it being all dolled up in ribbons and lace it’s clad in two spectacular asscheeks that we just want to nuzzle and squeeze. And then push the hell out of the way so we can fuck that ass. Sorry; it’s just how we feel.
It’s a benevolent, loving eye that only wants the messiest, squirtingest best for you. We could all use a friend like that! This particular comrade, however, happens to have kindly qualities like a rotating shaft and vibrating bunny top that really help you achieve your goals. The messy, squirting ones, that is.
Why, there’s so much pussy-licking, dick-blowing, cowgirl-bangin’ action here we’d think it would necessitate one of those 2-tape set dealios (hey, Titanic!). But somehow Jane Milo’s giant tits and slutty ways manage to be captured within the magnetic tape confines of the medium. We think we need to break out the Betamax and Laserdiscs, though, just in case… We mean, she’s basically oozing sultry all over the place. And we don’t wanna miss a drop!
Sometimes it’s nice to get down to the basics — don’t nobody need nothin’ to have a good time but their own two hands (and a sweet-ass pussy). We’re not sure what things are like in your world, but over here in Fleshbot-land sometimes the consciousness can get clouded with pornstar tricks and high-tech toys — and that’s all well and good, believe us — but it’s also pleasant to reflect on what’s brought us to this place, taken us on our fantastic voyage into deep perversity. It was just straight-up wankin’ it that started it all. And… it’s always a welcome detour.