Worshipping Sasha’s sexy booty

As Gemma and Miss Hills exited the studio through the second door, Matt remained completely focused on Sasha, and the sexy blonde was moaning into his mouth as their succession of passionate kisses continued. The two of them wrestled tongues and traded spit as Sasha stroked Matt’s back and he let his hands travel back and forth across her ass, kneading and fondling her juicy buttocks and playing with the back of her thong. The back of the mesh boob tube that Sasha wore was at this point pressed even tighter against her back than usual, courtesy of how Matt’s ginormous cock was throbbing against her midsection and its fat, flared crown was sinking deeper into her cleavage, pulling the front of her top along with it while her stiff nipples raked the skin of his chest.

Sasha’s pussy was juicing quite liberally, and her wetness soaked through the front of her mesh thong and onto Matt’s balls as they were rubbing against her sex, the massive orbs throbbing as a testament to his arousal while her juices trickled onto his nutsack. Matt’s response to this was to press himself closer against Sasha, bringing his nuts into even tighter contact with her honeypot, which was something that made her moan particularly emphatically into his mouth before going stiff against his broader and taller frame as his pounding testes stimulated her pussy and precum poured from the crown of his schlong onto her chest. The clear fluid ran down the shaft of Matt’s cock as more of it spilled into Sasha’s cleavage, rendering her top as soaked as her bottom as it flowed further down between her massive tits, which were currently slightly reshaped due to being pressed against Matt’s chest, making them project outwards just a little less than usual but in return having them spill out even further over her sides.

The kiss ended, along with their lip lock, the two of them now standing with Matt’s forehead placed against Sasha’s as he listened to her rushed breathing while his right hand travelled into her asscrack while his left tugged aside the back of her thong. Sasha was in no way inactive, because while she continued to enjoy the feel of Matt’s beefy balls and his colossal fuckpiece against her skin and his hands exploring her delectable booty, she was pumping her hips up and down, making him hiss as his cock rose and fell up and down between her huge boobs.

But the slow-paced titfuck didn’t go on for every long, although Sasha certainly enjoyed it while it lasted, particularly when Matt used his fingers to tease her puckered bunghole while she pumped the business-end of his fuckpole through her cleavage with enough gusto to nearly have it bump against her chin each time that it shot up from between her tits. Instead, Matt pulled back to extract his cock from between her mountainous knockers, after which he moved his hands to the statuesque blonde’s hips and spun her around as quickly as he could.

“Oh…” Sasha purred as Matt’s right hand moved from her hip down to her crotch, his fingers caressing her pink, juicing pussy through her mesh thong while his cockhead rubbed against the skin between her shoulder blades.

Craning her neck, Sasha looked back at Matt, who drove his head downwards and forwards to plant his lips against hers again. Their tongues met and began to dance against and around each other while Matt continued to caress Sasha’s pussy through her thong, his fingers moving up across her glistening wet pussy lips and brushing against the fine, blonde hair of her thin stretch of pubes, while his other hand went for her tits. Running his hand across the expanse of bronzed, firm titflesh that constituted Sasha’s left breast, Matt soon found her nipple and began circling his fingers around it, which he continued to do for a few seconds before tweaking it gently to have the gorgeous blonde moan into his mouth.

Thus keeping his hands busy, Matt began to move, making Sasha move along in front of him, his cock pressing against her back to prod her on as they slowly made their way across the studio, with Matt opening one eye ever so often to make sure that they were still heading for the destination that he had decided upon.

Eventually they did, and Sasha moaned when her legs bumped against the black couch, Matt having managed to steer them past the stripper pole without bumping into it. Letting go of Sasha’s boob and slipping his other hand away from her honeypot, Matt broke off the kiss and returned the smile that Sasha offered him as soon as he pulled his head back, although he had no hope of matching the mischievousness that she was projecting through her smile and the gleam in her eyes.

Neither of them said anything as Sasha climbed onto her knees in the couch, resting her head on top of it while bringing her hands in behind her and grabbing hold of the flimsy waistband of her thong, which was hugging her wet pussy tight.

“My ass is really sensitive,” Sasha shared with Matt, smiling back at him and cooing at the way in which his mammoth cock was projected out over her back as she began to peel the thong down over her juicy bubble butt, pulling the soaked front away from her slit until it finally detached itself from it and continued alongside the bottom as it slid onto her thighs.

At that point, Matt reached down and grabbed hold of Sasha’s thong, pulling it down her legs while she giggled and grinned happily at his eagerness, lifting first one knee and then the other to help him get her underwear past them and allow him to continue to pull the skimpy piece of mesh towards her ankles.

Matt let go of the thong as soon as it had been slipped off of Sasha’s feet, and it landed on the floor with a low “Splat!” as he stood up behind the sexy blonde slut, towering over her and letting his muscular cock cast a shadow across her back, the shadow throbbing along with his schlong.

“Like I said, my ass is really sensitive,” Sasha again locked eyes with Matt after shaking her delectable ass at him, then grabbed hold of her buttocks and pulled them apart to reveal her teeny, puckered bunghole, “So maybe you should get it nice and wet first…”

The shadow cast over Sasha’s back suddenly underwent a radical transformation in its shape as Matt’s cock heaved upwards in response to her comment.

“You want me to lick your ass?” Matt asked.

“Yes, please,” Sasha replied, in a sweet and lovely voice, before winking at Matt with her exposed ringpiece.

Matt dropped onto his knees, the underside of his cock rubbing against the couch as he leaned forwards and placed his hands on Sasha’s, helping her to keep her asscheeks pulled apart whilst he stared at her tightest hole.

“That feels nice,” Sasha moaned when Matt eventually overcame his hesitation and let the tip of his tongue connect with her asshole, the busty blonde trying to egg her new lover on to become more decisive in his toying with her bung.

“Yes…” A long, breathless purring noise flowed out of Sasha’s mouth as Matt swirled his tongue round her sphincter while dollops of her juices started to fall onto the couch cushions, where they mixed with the prejizz that was gushing out of Matt’s cock.

“I can come just from having my ass played with,” Sasha shared with Matt, who groaned into her ass. Already, he was becoming much more forceful in the way in which he was tonguing her ass, snaking his wet muscle past her spit-soaked cinnamon ring at the same time as he let go of her booty with his right hand and instead proceeded to start seesawing two digits in and out of her juicing snatch.

It didn’t take long before Sasha was pushed forwards against the back of the couch through the **** with which Matt was worshiping her ass and finger-fucking her honeypot, a recurring squelching noise of him plunging his digits into her soaked pussy filling the studio and blending with her lustful moans. Somehow, the young stud that had seemed so hesitant about licking her ass at first had now gone on to dominate her completely while doing it, and this knowledge helped push Sasha past the edge, a blissful holler rising up out of her throat as her girlcum gushed past his fingers, the clear fluid flowing down his arm and raining onto the couch as he kept on licking and fingering her without even slowing down in the slightest.

As Sasha continued cumming with waves of clear honey splashing out of her convulsing slit, her body trembling violently enough that her boob tube seemed likely to disintegrate around her bouncing boobs, Matt kept on what he was doing.
It was only when she sank forwards, temporarily spent in the wake of her just finished orgasm, that he stopped and pulled his face away from her now soaked and slightly distended bunghole, and his hand away from her dripping wet, vividly pink pussy.

Instead, Matt reached down and pulled Sasha up towards him, making her sit on her knees in the middle of the mess that she’d just made by squirting all over the couch as he kissed her again, his hands cupping her tits from behind and fondling them as his tongue invaded her mouth. She yelped when he grabbed hold of her top and tugged it down, her massive knockers jiggling to celebrate their newfound freedom while her top ended up around her stomach.

“I love it when a guy does that…” Sasha breathed out once Matt’s lips were no longer mashed against hers, “Makes me taste my own ass.”

In reply, Matt produced a dark growl, and he already knew what he was going to do next to this sexy, slutty blonde.