Aysha gets all that she can handle...

The pink-haired XXX escort Aysha squealed in delight as Tom's arms wrapped frantically around her willowy waist and dragged her down atop him on the couch. Pulling her arms free of the velvety jumpsuit she seized his head in both hands and buried it between her great swaying breasts as his questing cock found the wet opening below her flawless porcelain stomach .

“Yes, yesssss~!” She hissed in serpentine fashion as she slowly lowered herself on his unwavering shaft, relishing every molten moment of his initial penetration. Tom could only mumble inaudibly, smothered as he was between her immense swollen melons.

She gasped and then giggled in sinful gratification as she felt his granite hardness stab up into her hungry womb. It had been too long... even as an advertised escort—or whore if you preferred, Aysha didn't care–the supply of eager gorgeous sexpots was so abundant these days that a girl had to fight for the chance at a… compliant guy and his ever-ready dick.

"Aaah, there you go, Hot-Stuff." She crooned, giving her hips a sensational little wiggle as he filled her wonderfully. "Does that feel better? Does my tight whore pussy make your fat anaconda feel good?"

...and this one had been worth the wait.

Aysha let out a guttural moan as she felt his warm feverish lips latch onto a stiff aching nipple and begin suckling hungrily, as the Stud began his rampant plundering of her sopping cunt. His hands had run over her full hips and seized her toned bouncing behind in both hands, clawing at it through the soft fabric of her scanty jumpsuit.

He was reaching the height of his sexual frenzy as the infection inevitably took hold of him, Aysha could recognize the signs better than most. Eventually it would consume and change him but until then his lust would burn brighter and hotter than a supernova and Aysha would be here to milk him for every drop she could wring from him with her tight expert pussy.

"Oh gawd~, yes!" Tom panted, coming up for air as Aysha's white lactate dribbled down his chin. "More… please. I can't… I can't help myself. I need that whore pussy."

She rode him like a bucking bull. Grinding her aching twat down into his pulsing shaft and meeting each vigorous thrust he made up into her hungry body with devilish downward grind of her own until their pelvises were savagely and loudly slapping together. The lewd sounds made her giggle between her own grunts and gasps for air as she felt the searing pleasure swelling in her great bouncing knockers and sodden singing cunt begin to spread like wildfire through the rest of her lithe pornstar body.

“Yes Tom, that’s it. Fuck me... use me like the whore I am.” She cooed breathily down at him, “You can use me however you like, I can be whoever you want me to be, just fuck my every hole, spray me with your glorious manseed – just fuck me!”

Her whispered promises ended as a demanding snarl and the humping, arching Stud beneath her responded as though accepting a mortal challenge. Releasing her thick ass and seizing her sleek hips, he suddenly heaved and flipped them both onto the carpeted floor with a grunt. They handed heavily, with him atop her, spearing into her deep and glaring down at her with wild red-rimmed eyes that were clouded with fiery lust.

Behind him, her friend Eva watched them from where she knelt on the couch, her gorgeous face flushed with lust and jealousy. Aysha didn't care, she was going to get as much of this amazing cock as she could, while she still could.

She gasped as he unexpectedly pulled back, slipping out of Aysha and slapped her on the flank like she was a goddamn pony.

“On your knees…” Tom croaked through lips glistening with sweet breast-milk.

Oh yes, he was in deep now, in every sense of the word.

Aysha nimbly turned and presented herself on all fours, pressing her barely clad ass back against his raging twitching erection and feeling it throb furiously through the velvety fabric covering her taut rump. Her over-ripe tits swayed heavily between her spread arms, her tight rosebud nipples dripping warm milk onto the damp carpet and then his hands were on her again.

Grabbing the seat of the jumpsuit Tom ripped it open, fully exposing her soaked snatch and sculpted rear-end at last. The zipper and seams parting under his feverish strength and her full swollen booty quivering as it burst free of its fabric confines. With an anguished cry he covered the candy-haired escort again, filling her again and she groaned with the delicious satisfaction of it.

Seizing her strong wide hips like handles, Tom drove himself completely into her constricting channel and Aysha felt her whole body quake with gratification and an almost painful desire for more... more! She tossed her glossy pink hair back and crowed with delight as she braced herself against the floor, spurring her new lover on as he pummeled his rock-hard cock deeper and deeper inside her.

“Yes, oh faaaark~ yes! Do it, you big fucking Hunk. Train me… Mmmmnph~ Train my whore pussy until it’s yours and yours alone!”

Aysha squealed and shook her ass back into him as she was taken rough and quick by a real man at long last. She could feel her toned bubble butt bouncing and rippling under his powerful thrusts, and the exquisite ecstasy washed through her like an endless series of crashing tidal waves.

Her pretty mouth sagged open and her slender arms turned to jelly under the stud's relentless **** on her sweet dripping snatch. Ashya’s jouncing head and rocking shoulders hit the floor as her arms gave up the ghost. Her massive pale tits and stiff rosy nipples pressed hard into the soft damp carpet. Only her ass remained raised up to him now, where his strong masculine fingers were digging into her firm hips and his raging pole–oh, how she loved feeling it inside her–was jack-hammering unrelentingly into her again and again.

“Oh, Oh, Oh… ohmagawd~!” Aysha shrilled as she felt the heat within her grow like an all consuming bonfire with every powerful lunge Tom drove into her firm curvaceous body.

She loved her new life as a sexy little XXX-slut.

Aysha adored sucking cocks, she dreamed about the feeling of a hot steely rod sliding up between her soft wobbling melons or, better yet, buried deep inside her tight ass. But nothing came close to the feeling of having a thick hard shaft ravaging her insides and then finally exploding like a magnificent blinding firework, flooding her famished womb with hot sticky goodness.

She could feel her own slick juices splashing down her thighs at the thought of it and Aysha prayed for him to cum... to erupt like a volcano inside her convulsion cunt and send her into sweet euphoric oblivion!

“Do it... cum… cum deep inside me, you amazing bastard.” She begged breathlessly, her head swimming where it lay with one soft cheek pressed into the carpet.

Once again, her rutting lover didn't disappoint her. With a final strangled howl and one last thundering thrust, Tom buried himself up to the hilt in her shuddering twat and came…

It felt like a goddamn cannonade firing off a three-volley salute directly into Aysha's cervix.

The ecstatic escort's whole body jerked and her kicking feet beat out a drum-roll as he coated her insides with buckets of hot potent man-juice. It felt as though blast after relentless blast was erupting from Tom’s cock deep within her clenching fleshy folds. Her head jerked upwards with the ecstatic shock of it, her eyes widening and spittle flying as she let out an enraptured scream that must surely alert every XXX-infected slut in the neighborhood.

“AAIIYYEEEeeee~!” Her yodeling cry ended in a gurgle as she collapsed again and Aysha felt eyelids grow impossibly heavy, the world growing dim as that precious undeniable euphoria closed around her like a warm cocooning blanket over both her mind and body.

At long last, her hungry XXX-body was sated... for now at least.

The last thing her dulling eyes fixed on was that mouthy old cow with the exceptionally huge tits in the white lingerie. She was kneeling on the floor; weeping silent tears and masturbating with... what? The thoroughly fucked Dream Escorts mind was beyond fuzzy but…

Was that a television remote?

Now that was kinda funny, Aysha thought before sweet darkness took her with a faint smug smile on her lips.