Simona - Brazilian Wax
For those of you who think being a model is all fun and games, it’s about time you got your first wake up call.
Like the true exhibitionist she is, Simona was kind enough to allow Petter Hegre the opportunity to film an exclusive Brazilian Wax session. We must warn you however; this video is not for the faint of heart. Let it never be said that Simona isn’t willing to suffer for her art.
If you’ve ever wondered what goes on behind the scenes of a Brazilian wax now is your chance to find out!
Simona - Brazilian Wax
For those of you who think being a model is all fun and games, it’s about time you got your first wake up call.
Like the true exhibitionist she is, Simona was kind enough to allow Petter Hegre the opportunity to film an exclusive Brazilian Wax session. We must warn you however; this video is not for the faint of heart. Let it never be said that Simona isn’t willing to suffer for her art.
If you’ve ever wondered what goes on behind the scenes of a Brazilian wax now is your chance to find out!
Mind-blowing Maryanne

Cute Maryanne is here once again to brighten our day with her lovely smile. I really got the hots for this pretty babe because she looks so amazing and mind-blowing. If she made it this hot in modeling, what else could we expect if she invades Hollywood?

Maryanne has a body to die for! Nice curves, flawless skin that looks so yummy and tasty… not to mention that I want to nibble and stuck my face on the area below her navel ring.

Check out for Maryanne and her hot blowjob sessions at nubiles.net.
Spanking Stories - The Fist

I remember when it happened. Don was at work and Ginger was over at my house. We’d been making love most of the morning. I had just met Ginger, a tall, lovely blonde, at the supermarket two weeks before this, and we were still at that stage when you just can’t get enough of each other’s bodies. I was sitting on the edge of the pool and Ginger swam over and started fooling around.
Pretty soon she had my bikini bottoms off and was eating my pussy while I sprawled beside the pool, the sun beating down on me, my legs dangling in the water. Something about doing it outside like that made me twice as excited as usual, and I could feel the juices flowing inside my cunt. Ginger’s tiny little hands were busy on me, rubbing my clit while she thrust her tongue deep inside me tickling my asshole, finally dipping into my cunt. She got a finger in, then two, three, finally all four. She was stirring me inside, touching me in a way I had never been touched before. Ginger knew just how to bring me to a climax, working her fingers inside my cunt and her tongue on my clit.
When I started to come she would freeze, letting the spasm shatter my body while she withdrew her tongue and held her busy fingers still for a few moments — then it would all start again.
“OH, GOD, GINGER,” I begged, “STICK YOUR FINGERS UP MY CUNT. YESS…YESS! THAT’S IT! OH YES, I’M COMING! DON’T STOP, PLEASE DON’T STOP! EAT MY CUNT, EAT ME ‘TIL I COME!”

Then the impossible happened: Ginger thrust hard at the same moment I was rocking my pelvis onto her hand, and her entire fist slid into my pussy, up to her wrist and beyond. I gasped, seeing what had happened, feeling myself filled as I had never been filled before. I had heard of fisting, but it had certainly never happened to me before. If I thought of it at all, I simply thought of it as something that would undoubtedly be painful beyond belief. For a few seconds I waited for the pain to shatter my vagina, but there was no pain. I moved experimentally, and Ginger began fist-fucking me, and then I really went wild!
“Ginger, honey, your whole fist is inside my cunt,” I moaned. “YES, YES, FUCK ME WITH IT. FIST-FUCK ME, AND LICK MY CLIT TOO!”
Ginger’s busy tongue was lapping my clit like crazy and I couldn’t get enough. I must have come a dozen times while her little fist worked in and out on my pussy. It went on so long that I barely had time to get my bikini bottoms back on and catch my breath before Donnie came home. Donnie was wondering that night why I wasn’t particularly interested in sex. For a moment I thought about telling him that it was because I had spent the whole afternoon being fist-fucked by Ginger, but somehow I had the feeling that Donnie might not understand.

I found initially that it hurt a lot more for me to take his cock up my ass than it did to be fisted by Ginger. For maybe four or five months, I was too busy with the joy of having Donnie’s big prick plunging in and out of my asshole to think about anything else. Once I had gotten so I could take it easily he would sneak up on me any time of the day of night and lift my skirt, (Donnie has always insisted that I not wear panties around the house) and just start fucking my ass off! I remember one evening when I was doing the dishes and all of a sudden I felt Donnie’s strong hands on my ass. I knew what was coming. I braced my hands on the sink and spread my legs wide apart
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Donnie had already lubricated his cock and it slid into my asshole easily. I moaned and bent farther down over the sink and pushed my ass back into his groin. Finally my legs were too weak. I could feel them giving way so I turned and Donnie gradually eased me down onto the kitchen floor, never for one moment stopping the steady, deep thrusts into my ass. There on the kitchen floor he butt-fucked me doggie style. I ripped the buttons off the front of my dress so he could play with my swinging tits, and begged him to fuck me harder.
Once I had gotten used to being fucked like that, there was nothing I wouldn’t do for Donnie. I would strip for him, play with myself, whatever. But I still wondered from time to time whether or not I could get his fist into my cunt the way I had taken Ginger’s. I wanted him to fist me and but-fuck me at the same time! finally I got my chance. We were spending the weekend in the mountains and we fucked so much that Donnie just couldn’t get it up any more. He had me so hot, however, that I couldn’t stop, so I got him to go down on me and eat me out until he could hardly move his tongue anymore. He was fingering me with three fingers then, and when his tongue stopped moving fast enough to bring me to another climax I told him to put in another finger.
Well Donnie’s hand was a whole lot bigger than Ginger’s. Donnie tried to work his hand in, but he couldn’t get it past the knuckles. I told him finally to just hold still and that I would see what I could do. He did as I asked. I worked my pelvis back and forth, all Donnie’s fingers working me to a frenzy, my cunt getting wetter and wetter. I was playing with my nipples, pinching them between my fingers. I came twice like that, but I was frustrated. I wanted Donnie’s whole fist up my cunt. Finally it was as if something gave way. I felt myself opening and suddenly Donnie’s hand was in so far that he was fucking me halfway up his forearm!
And I exploded, coming like a crazy woman. After that I was never the same. I could never get enough of being fisted. The best part is that, unlike his cock, Donnie’s fist never get tired. Now we have the perfect Relationship.
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