[brazzers] Chasing That Big D

Chasing That Big D
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Angela, Ava and Bridgette are enjoying their morning jog when they spot a big dick flopping around in grey sweatpants. Not ones to pass up a perfect cock these stacked sluts chase after Keiran and are soon joined by a herd of equally horny women. Keiran reaches home and hops in the shower, clueless that he’s being hunted. But it’s not long before he’s attacked by three horny porn stars determined to take his dick!

Both were naked and sitting on the backseat, replaying the video that Jules had shot of Naisha fucking me.

Each had one foot up on the seat squab, fingering their pretty, flush-pink vulvae and teasing their beautiful little clitorises with wet fingertips.

After viewing the video, Jules set the camera aside and kissed Naisha on the mouth, gently tugging at her lower lip with her teeth. Naisha returned the favour.

Another lingering kiss followed, until they were kissing with raw, deep passion, sighing and moaning into each other’s mouths, as their tongues flicked and danced together. Their sopping wet vaginas were making sucking and slurping noises, as they finger fucked each other. Rivulets of salty, oestrogenized water ran down their perinea and dripped onto the seat. I was very happy just to watch, while coaxing my cock back to full length Chasing That Big D.

It was the summer of ’05 and my college roommate and I were taking a backpacking tour of Europe. We’d underbudgeted and blown half of our savings on our first stop. For our money, we’d only really seen the inside of our hotel room and a couple of pubs in London. The night we left for mainland Europe was the last night we’d spent in a private room.

It was exactly the sort of plan Kyle would come up with. He was a stringy sort of guy with short dark hair and an incapacity to grow a beard–which, like most of his endeavors–never stopped him from trying.

His family had money, though, and when he proposed the trip, I knew he’d be able to bail us out when it went horribly wrong. Of course, I didn’t anticipate any surprises that money couldn’t cover.

We were nearing the third week of our trip and had well and truly exhausted our hotel money. Coming back through France towards Berlin after our trip through Iberia, we’d resorted to staying in hostels when we were lucky and sleeping upright on overnight trains most of the time.

What that meant for Kyle, who had never had a roommate other than me in his life, got no privacy. It was a real issue for him. We were in the company of at least four other strangers every night we were in Europe. It started to get to him.

One night, while passing through the eastern edge of France, we were lucky enough to score cheap tickets in a sleeping compartment on an overnight train. There were four bunks in our little cell but, stop after stop.

hour after hour, no one came to claim the other two. Around midnight–and three beers later, Kyle and I decided we’d really scored and would have the place to ourselves. So, we stretched out Chasing That Big D.