Characters presented in sexual situations 18 and over
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Victoria moaned loudly as Grayson fucked her brutally on Saturday morning. His deep grunts timed perfectly with his deep thrusts as his mother clawed his back and grabbed his ass cheeks.
"Yes baby!" Victoria screamed, "fucking give it to me!!!!"
Grayson cried out as he picked up speed, seconds away from cumming. His small hips pounded harder and harder into his mother's, his fingers locking around her juicy melons.
"Oh fuck!" he shouted, "I'M CUMMING MOMMY!!!!"
"Yes baby!!!" Victoria screamed, "fill Mommy with your hot seed!!!!"
Grayson cried out to the skies as he pumped Victoria full of his thick sperm for a solid 7 minutes as his mother erupted into her own orgasm, gushing her juices over his softening prick.
"PERFECT!!!!" Emily shouted, clapping her hands as Wendall came and took a series of photos, "Another great scene."
Victoria smiled as Grayson pulled out of her, her cock slit seeming to 'breathe' as the cool air of the studio struck it. Standing on shaky feet, she immediately down a cool beer and called for another.
"How many is that today?" Emily asked as her mother walked by.
"5 dear," Victoria replied, stretching her back, "Now where is that sexy husband of your's? Damn, I could use his fat dick stretching tight about now!"
Emily chuckled and checked the movie schedule. "There's two more scenes and you'll be at his mercy. I only hope someone of your frail nature can handle that fat, juicy and gorgeous dick he has."
Victoria smirked and slapped her own firm ass, the impact sounding through the studio. "How's that for frail?"
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Ariella Ferrera was shocked as she arrived to the illustrious Anderson mansion. It was filled with winding pathways and more than a few fake turns that her driver was getting all the more frustrated at.
Finally, he found the right path and they pulled up to the previously unseen house. And Ariella's jaw dropped. As the engine switched off, she saw a boy come from the house, seeing to freshly be 18.
Yet, sprouting from his shaved crotch was a iron hard cock, at least 8 inches and uncircumcised, just above a pair of large balls, seemingly full of cum.
He walked to the car and opened her door, extending a hand.
"Ms. Ferrera," he said in a determined voice, "an honor. Do come with me please."
Despite her nervousness, she complied, wondering just what it was she had gotten into. Going through the large wooden doors, she saw a large group of people, mostly mothers and sons, along with some fathers and daughters milling about, all fully naked.
Some mothers were on their knees, sucking or jerking off their sons. One hairy-chested father had his daughter in doggystyle, the girl wearing nothing except some white high tops as she moaned in pace with his desperate thrusting.
"Ariella!" came a voice from above her, "welcome to our home!"
Coming downstairs was none other than Kyle Anderson, his legendary manhood already hard and erect, catching lingering looks from the many women scattered about the room.
He certainly was a sight, rippling muscles and an 8-pack, no doubt aided by the rough fucking he did on and off screen.
"Mr. Anderson," she said, trying to maintain her breathing, "how lovely to finally meet you..."
A loud scream pierced the air, coming somewhere from under her along with the dull pulsing of some sort of music. Yet, everyone else in the room went about their previous tasks.
By the now, the hairy father was sitting down, his daughter bobbing her head in his lap while she played with the fresh load he just shot inside of her.
Despite such sordid activity, Ariella found herself getting wetter as Kyle turned to speak to one of his assistants. Hearing a loud grunt, she turned to see a teen humping furiously in and out of his older sister.
Her face was covered in pleasure, as was his. She was amazed at the size and proportion of his hanging balls, slamming powerfully into his screaming sister before finally erupting, she rapidly running her clit and both cumming together.
"Ariella?!" Kyle called, "are you okay?"
"Yes! Yes, I'm totally fine." she said, watching the girl now was taking her brother in missionary, his cock rock solid yet again.
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Ariella walked with Kyle and Molly down a long hallway and heard the music again. At the end of the corridor, they reached another set of double doors. Emily was on a couch, wearing nothing but a garter and was scissoring with Savannah, the blonde MILF squeezing Emily's right breast while sucking on her fingers.
Ariella then saw a host of little boys of all ages wanking at the same pace at the two MILF's lesbian shoot Emily now spanking Savannah's as the hot blonde hovered over her legs and Emily sucked her swollen tits.
The two came at the same time, kissing throughout their body-quaking orgasms, something Ariella could attest to from her many scenes. After the scene wrapped up, Emily laughed and dried off, giving a final kiss to Savannah.
"Oh my goodness," she said, rushing over, "Ariella Ferrera. We just love your work. The boys especially."
Ariella smiled. "Wendall here is our director and photographer," Emily said, gesturing to a naked boy with a gorgeous 7 inch dick who was reloading a camera, "when you're ready just go to him."
Ariella nodded and followed Molly to a dressing room. Ariella was in for another shock. In all her glorious years as a pornstar, she had never seen anything like this.
She walked into a bright and well decorated room, with plush carpeting and several vanity mirrors. Removing her purple top, she looked with admiration upon her wonderfully enhanced 34E breasts.
Looking about the room, she saw a stack of magazines. On one cover was a dainty 18-year-old girl, dolled up to look like a child, complete with a blue ribbon in her hair, completely nude. She somewhat reminded her of the Sunbeam bread girl with her gorgeous blue eyes.
Her eyes were fixed intently on the camera, holding her legs spread to give a wonderful view of her fresh pink pussy and perky breasts, about the size of two apples.
On the next page, Ariella saw the girl again. This time, her eyes were closed and her mouth was wide open, on her hands and knees as a redhead man was fucking her ass. Ariella imagined if it had been a live photo she would've seen a truly explosive orgasm from the look on his face.
She set the magazine down and went to the closet and found it was large enough to walk inside. When she did, she felt as if she was in a shopping mall.
A large crystal chandelier hung from the closet roof and there were racks upon racks of clothing, all more seductive than the last. There were no bras or panties to be seen anywhere but she did find a hot and tight low cut and silvery dress, stopping just short of her thighs and added some white strapped heels to the look.
Checking her reflection in the main room, she loved it, the dress seeming to conform to accentuate her bust all the more. She then heard a knock.
"Ms. Ferrera?" Molly called behind the door, "they are ready for you at Stage 3."
"Oh ok!" she called back, "I'll be there."
She heard Molly walk off and looked on the wall. There were hundred of naked photos, all various ages (18 and up) and in various sex positions. Despite her worry as to what her scene, which had still not been told to her was to be, the hunger in her pussy was awoken.
And wouldn't be satisfied until she knew.
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Many eyes followed Ariella as she walked to her assigned stage. On Stage 2, Marie was getting furiously humped by a strong black boy. Ariella then realized he was the same one who had escorted her inside when she first arrived.
Marie was on her stomach, her eyes rolling to the top of her head as he pounded her ass with everything he had, his strong fingers gripped her flopping udders tightly as his thrusts only quickened in speed.
Once she got to her assigned position, Wendall stood there and smiled, his cock throbbing as he took her in. "Boy, you look great!" he exclaimed.
"Thank you very much," Ariella said, "so what happens now? Who's my scene partner."
"Well... I am." he answered, stroking his fat prick. Ariella got wetter as she saw precum oozing from his shaft like a fountain.
"B-but..." Ariella stammered, trying to tear her eyes from the mixed cock, "I thought you were the cameraman... boy... whatever."