Instagram Models: Sierra Skye and Yovanna Ventura
Again, if you have suggestions for Instagram models to get blacked, please let me know.
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My name is Thomas, Tom for short, and I am a professional photographer. I am 6'2", black and built like the Rock and it goes without saying, I have one of the biggest and thickest dicks on Earth. Most of you have never heard my name. Almost all of you have seen my work and probably at some point masturbated to it. That's right. I am the lead photographer of almost every sexy magazine or porn site. Playboy, Brazzers, Cosmo, Maxim, Sport's Illustrated, you name it. I am the best at my job. I can bring out the inner sexiness in anyone. This is my encounter with Sierra Skye, the model with the perfect body and Yovanna Ventura, the model with one of the best asses in the world.
I had just finished a photo session for Sports Illustrated's latest magazine. Taking pictures of some of the hottest athletes had given me blue balls for days. I planned to spend the rest of the week in Miami, hit up the bars and perhaps have a few one night stands. I headed to a little known pub I knew off, in downtown Miami. It was one of those exclusive ones, catering to the super rich or pretty. Thanks to my connections, I was able to gain access.
I headed to the bar and ordered a Virgin Long Island Iced tea. I know what you are thinking. In my defense, I wanted to scout the local talent with a clear head. The pub was surprisingly empty. I guess it was only 4 pm in the afternoon and a weekday. I couldn't help but overhear a conversation in a booth next to the bar.
"I am definitely better that you in bed."
"Girlfriend please, your body might be sexier but one look at my ass and guys jizz their pants."
Obviously I tried to catch a glimpse of the pair and boy was I amazed. Sierra Skye was sitting in the booth talking to Yovanna Ventura. If you don't know who these two are, you are missing out. Google them, you will not be disappointed. Let me try to describe them.
Sierra Skye had the perfect body. By perfect, I mean perfect. An hourglass figure. A mouth watering hip to waist ratio. If god made the hottest female body, it would be hers. Other women's bodies seemed like pale imitations. She had long brown hair with dirty blonde highlights along two-thirds of it. She was wearing it styled in loose curls over her right shoulder. She was dressed in a shiny sleeveless red dress. If you have encountered her Instagram, she's modelling it in one of her videos. It was obviously low cut, exposing a tantalizing amount of cleavage. It hugged her curves perfectly. The lower part had two slits, showing her sexy legs and highlighting her sexy hips.
Yovanna Ventura had the best ass on earth and I challenge anyone who says otherwise. She had a beautiful hourglass figure as well. But that booty, god damn, it was fine. She had long black hair. She had styled it parted more to one side than the other. Curling it a bit more than Sierra. Even curled it fell to the small of her back. She was dressed in a black dress with full sleeves and silver sequins. Again, if you have encountered her instagram, she's modelling it in one her pictures. It was low cut, although showing slightly less cleavage than Sierra. It hugged her body perfectly, especially around her ass. It stopped partway at her thighs.
I couldn't comprehend how these two sexy beauties were not surrounded by guys. I guess a lot of dudes might feel they are out of their leagues. Heck, I was feeling nervous. If it wasn't for the week of blue balls and hours spent jacking off to their pictures and videos, I would have chickened out. I walked over confidently and interrupted.
"You know ladies, there is only one way to find out.." I hinted giving a confident smile as I looked directly into their eyes. They seemed taken back. They recovered quickly. An unspoken agreement seemed to pass between them.
"You know most guys wouldn't have the courage to approach us." Sierra spoke.
"And they would start with offering us a drink first." Yovanna added.
I laughed. "Well ladies I am not most guys. Besides I want you two to decide if you will sleep with me without the influence of a substance." That got their attention.
Fifteen minutes and a short cab ride later we ended up in my hotel room. It was pretty fancy. The magazine had me roomed at the Four Seasons. It was a penthouse suite with a private elevator, rooftop hot tub and perfect view of the city.
I sat onto the bed, placed my hands on their asses and pulled them closer to me, one on each side. "Let's start with a kiss. Who can do it better?" I smirked. Sierra was a little confused. Yovanna wasted no time. She pushed Sierra away. Then she turned around, her perfect ass at my eye level. She started shaking her ass as she lowered herself onto my lap. Her ass pressing tightly against my crotch. Did I get an erection? No shit Sherlock. She turned around such that she was sitting on my lap sideways. She wrapped her hands around my neck and lowered my mouth onto her giving me a deep long kiss. After 5 pure minutes of heaven, she broke the kiss, I let her, regretfully. She stood up, smiling and sat onto a recliner facing the bed.
"All your's Sierra" she winked.
"With pleasure," Sierra responded. She walked to me, her hips swaying, her body mesmerizing me. She pushed me and I fell onto my back, face up. In one smooth motion she sat on me her perfect hips straddling me. She rubbed her pussy against my erection. The thin layers of clothing between us doing nothing to numb the sensation. She leaned forward giving me a beautiful view of her cleavage as she crawled up my chest. She placed her hands on my cheeks as she locked lips with me. Her probing tongue entered my mouth aggressively. She kissed me with desperation as if my lips were the only thing keeping her alive. As she ended the kiss, she bit my lower lip.