Nothing sexier to me that a hot blond showing off as she diddles her pussy outdoors. FTV Girls once again serves up some of the best outdoor nudity, this time with sexy blonde Serena. This girl is a real natural one, total girl next door cheerleader material with a tight ass, a great smile, and a wonderful taco pussy that needs to be eaten so much! This 19 year old has some really nice little titties too, listed as A cups with very perky nipples too. Her sweet teen pussy is totally shaved and she isn’t too shy to show it off and play under the sun. She spreads her lips open and you can see that her pussyis so wet and ready. She rubs herself a while and then stand up to turn around exposing her pussy and winking virgin ass to us. Holy crap, this girl would be fun to lick all over!

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Scarlett caught my eye for a couple of reasons. First off, this girl is naked outdoors and that is always a nice bonus. The second was her really great smile and of course, some really nice teen tits too! For me a real plus is that Scarlett isn’t your typical sexy model type, more like a really hot girl next door who is teasing you with their tight ass in jean shorts and things just go along from there. She is a super horny girl, and at 19 and 36D-26-35, you know this girl can get any actions she wants, a totally sexy teen girl for sure!

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It began as a bit of fun, I’ll admit it.

Tom was over at our place to watch the game on television. Usually, both he and his wife, Fran, would be over, but Fran was down south taking care of a sick sister, so it was just my good friend by himself with Dee and me.

I asked my wife for a minor favour. “Would you get us a beer, darling?” I asked, and Dee gave one of her smart-arse, uppety kind of replies.

“What am I? A maid? Get your own beer.”

I hadn’t thought it was too much to ask, but my wife flounced out of the room.

Tom muttered, “It’d be a cold day in hell before I’d let Fran get away with talking to me like that.”

I didn’t say anything, and we turned back to the game on television. But I considered Tom’s words and thought about the way Fran treated him. I had to admit that Fran did always seem to treat Tom with a certain . . . what? . . . respect? That and something more. Certainly there was plenty of love, and she always gazed at Tom with admiration, even a bit of deference.

I sighed as I rose out of my chair. “You want a beer, too?” I asked my friend.

“Sure, ” he said, and I thought I detected just the slightest snort of disgust when he said it.

Dee was in the kitchen, but I didn’t say anything as I brushed by her and got two beers, simply giving me a smug look and a wry grin. After Tom and I had settled in, we started to watch the game.

Dee flounced in a few minutes later and sat on the couch, with one leg bent under her backside, her usual pose when sitting and relaxing. Tom was on the couch with her, and I sat in a nearby chair.

I sighed. I had to admit she was sexy as hell. I suppose, like most perpetually horny young guys, it was her sexiness that attracted me at first. Even now, not made up especially, she was dynamite. She had her hair in a pony-tail. She had on jean cut-down shorts that displayed her shapely and tanned legs, and a shirt that was tied up in a knot below her breasts, showing a trim tummy and a lovely belly button.

Dee doesn’t have particularly big tits, but they are pert and proud. The shirt stood out a little. I wasn’t at all sure if she had on a bra or not, her tits are that perky.

As we sat there in silence, I thought of Tom’s words. In a futile effort to be a modern husband, had I been too tolerant?

Treated her demands with too much regard? Too willing to give in to Dee’s every whim in an effort at being politically correct? I couldn’t say it had done much good. As the three years of our marriage had passed, she had become more and more demanding and snotty. Something of a bitch, really.

Anyway, I sat there, fuming and thinking. Finally, I abruptly said to Tom, pointedly ignoring Dee, “So what do you do when Fran gets mouthy with you, Tom?”

He said rather in a matter of fact way, as if it were the most self-evident thing in the world, “I treat her as I would any bratty c***d.”

“Which means?” I pursued.

“I give her a sound spanking.”

Dee burst out laughing. “Let me get this straight, ” she chortled. “In this day and age of feminism, when women are fully the equal of men, you spank your wife.” She stated the last words as opposed to asking.

Tom looked at her, raising an eyebrow of disdain, “That’s correct. When she is being a brat. As for feminism, I can’t say that I see that women are any happier today than they were when their husbands called the shots, when they showed proper respect.”

Dee was laughing so hard that I thought she would choke.

“Respect…?”

And that gave me a thought. I decided to challenge my friend.

“It doesn’t look to me like Dee is showing you much respect right now, Tom. Perhaps you would care to demonstrate your technique for me and her.”

“With your permission?” Enquired Tom.

I nodded.

Before three seconds had gone by, Tom grabbed Dee, and none too gently I noticed. She squawked as he turned her over his lap, her bottom in the air.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

“Teaching a brat some respect.”

I could see that Tom was plenty strong, and as much as my wife squirmed, he held her tightly.

Tom raised a meaty palm. It hovered in the air for a moment. I held my breath. Then he brought it down with a loud thwack!

Dee screeched, “Are you going to let him man-handle your wife?”

“It looks to me like you’ve needed it for a long time, ” I observed.

Tom brought his hand down powerfully two more times; each time Dee howled.

Tom muttered, “These damn shorts are getting in the way.”

I swear it wasn’t there at first, but Tom’s comment suddenly brought an element of eroticism into the event. I found that my cock was filling like a fricking balloon.

I said, “Then, pull them down.”

Dee squawked in misbelief, “You’re telling him to strip your wife?”

“Sounds like it, doesn’t it?” I answered glibly.

Tom didn’t hesitate. With one hand he held Dee’s birdlike wrists above her head; with the other hand he quickly undid her shorts and pulled them down, along with her panties, to her knees. “That should do it, ” he said. For a moment he let his hand drift over her buttocks. “She really does have a beautiful backside, mate.”

I nodded in agreement.

“Just made for spanking, ” he added.

Dee continued to struggle, but to no avail. If anything, it put her clothes in disarray. Her shorts and panties were now hanging around one ankle and her shirt was riding up high, under her armpits and chin. Jesus Christ, she wasn’t wearing a bra. Her lovely conical-shaped tits were completely exposed to me and my best friend! Not only that, and what got my cock harder than a rock, her coral-coloured nipples were stiff as two pebbles. Fuck, my wife was being turned on by the man-handling! Somehow that released the sexual tension within me, and I laughed, suddenly realising that she was actually enjoying it.

Tom, after a quick squeeze of her pale pink buttocks, brought his wide, thick palm down in three powerful strokes. Dee’s backside turned pink. Again and again, in the now quiet room, he spanked her bratty little bottom. Dee sobbed; tears started to trickle down her cheeks.

“Hey…!” she gasped. But she couldn’t get any more out, as Tom slapped her again and again.

Although she continued to writhe, she really wasn’t struggling any more. She recognised Tom’s superior strength. And it wasn’t just his physical strength she was submitting to; it was a greater determination, a will stronger than her own. Her writhing took on a really erotic undertone.

It almost appeared that she wasn’t squirming to get away from the powerful palm any more, but rather was pressing herself, pressing her groin, against Tom’s legs.

Gasping, panting, she looked over to me and finally got out a word. “Please?”

“Please–what?” I asked her perversely.

“Please tell him to stop. I can’t stand it.”

“You’ve been a cheeky little brat for a long time, now. It’s about time you got your comeuppance.” (Or, more to the point I thought; “Cumuppance!”)

Dee’s cute little backside was turning a bright scarlet now, as Tom aimed and rained stroke after stroke on her bare buttocks. My wifes tits were rubbing on Tom’s thigh, and she was crying softly.

“Please, ” she whimpered. “I’ll do anything you say.”

“Anything?”

“Y-yes, ” she sputtered, catching her breath in a sob.

“Tom, ” I told my friend. “She looks pretty hot to me.”

My friend lightly grazed his fingertips over her bottom. I watched my wife’s body quiver, fearful that she was in for another going over with his heavy hand. “Her backside is plenty hot, ” he agreed.

Quietly, I said, “How about her pussy? Is that hot?”

Tom looked at me for an instant. “Are you sure?”

I nodded.

He delved his hand downwards over her buttocks and between Dee’s legs. She jumped a little at the touch of his fingertips.

“You bastards…!”

But her words were quickly cut short when Tom raised his hand again

“No!…” my wife groaned helplessly, squeezing her eyes shut, from which tears trickled.

Tom quickly applied three resounding strokes to her butt.

“I don’t think you understand, yet, ” Tom told her. “You’ll speak when you are permitted to do so.” He applied one firm slap to her buttocks, so that even I flinched. “Is that understood?”

“Y-yes, s-sir.” The words gurgled in her throat. But I had to admit the word “sir” did seem to come naturally from her lips.

“All right, then, be a good girl.”

He dipped his fingers a second time between her thighs.

I couldn’t be sure, but it appeared to me almost as if my wife raised her backside and spread her thighs a little bit, to give him better access.

From where I sat, hands in my lap, legs crossed to conceal the enormous bulge of my penis, I could see that her juices had stained Tom’s jeans. I watched intently from my position diagonally across from them and slightly behind her raised backside as he felt my wife up. He lightly caressed her clitoris and I noticed that she shuddered. Her squirming now was as much to press her clit against his thick middle finger as it was to escape his groping. I watched Tom’s middle finger disappear into Dee’s pussy. She groaned unashamedly in passion, perhaps helpless to stop herself. She bit her lower lip to keep more gutteral sounds from erupting from her throat. For a minute or two Tom stroked her cunt, finger fucking her thoroughly. When he brought his hand up from between her thighs, it gleamed, all wet. He smeared her pungent nectar on her glowing, red buttocks, massaging it in, as if it were some lotion. He grinned at me, “Yep, her pussy is pretty damned hot too.”

“Well, I owe you something for showing me how to control a brat. Help yourself to it.”

“Dee, did you hear your husband?”

“Yes,” she responded, gazing at me with an astonished look.

“What do you think of that?”

“I think he’s a prick for giving his permission for another man to enjoy his wife!”

This time Tom spanked her relentlessly. Again and again his large hand whacked her backside. There was no fight left in her, however, and she took the spanking, just whimpering.

No pleading. She could see now that was hopeless. She closed her eyes. I meanwhile watched her clit throb and vibrate from the spanking, watched her nipples stay rock hard as they rubbed on Tom’s thighs.

Even Tom was panting when he stopped.

“I don’t think I heard you correctly. I’ll try again. Dee, did you hear your husband?”

“Yes, sir,” she said softly, submissively.

“And what do you think of that?”

“I think my husband is a very nice man to offer his wife’s pussy to another man.”

“So you’d like me to fuck you?”

“I…” She couldn’t quite bring herself to say it. Finally, she spit out, “I wouldn’t mind.”

“Oh, come now, Dee, your pussy says you would love to fuck.”

“Maybe my pussy is betraying me.”

“Maybe your mind is,” Tom replied patiently.

He raised his palm again. Dee cringed. “Please…?”

“Please what?” Tom demanded. “My patience is wearing thin. Dee, do you want me to fuck you?”

“Yes,” she said in a little girl voice. “Yes please sir, I’d like you to fuck me.”

“Just “like?” Enquired Tom, impatiently.

“I’d love you to fuck me!” she said.

Tom finally let my wife’s wrists loose.

She immediately went to rub her sore backside, but “No,” Tom said, “leave it alone. Let it serve as a reminder of your bratty behaviour.”

“Yes, sir” she said.

“Now take out my cock and give it a loving kiss. Show your husband how you obey his desires and commands.”

Dee hesitated just a moment, before she assumed a position kneeling on the floor in front of Tom and placed her hand on his groin. She unzipped his jeans and reached in, pulling down his jeans and pants to fish out his prick. It sprang free and I had to admit it was a beauty, thick and about seven and a half inches and right now very erect.

Dee’s narrow pink tongue glided over her lips as she gazed at the throbbing shaft.

“Put it in your mouth,” Tom ordered my wife.

Dee’s backside was turned towards me, as she bent over Tom who continued to sit on the couch. It was a bright red and I swear it glowed. I could see Tom’s palm prints. Every so often she wiggled her bottom, as if the sensations of the spanking were still tingling over the surface of her abused flesh, and I could see the wetness that was oozing from her exposed pussy.

Dee planted kisses and licks up and down the length of Tom’s shaft. She left behind wetness, and pretty soon, his entire cock was gleaming. She lightly caressed his balls as she kissed his cock. “You taste so good, sir, ” Dee murmured. Eventually, though, pure lust overcame her, and suddenly she buried his shaft down her throat. I could see her neck moving as she deep-throated him.

Tom ran his fingers through my wife’s hair, as he guided her slutty, wanton mouth. Every now and then, she would murmur or purr, despite a mouthful of cock.

I watched the honey seep from her pussy, it was trickling down her thighs. Bent forward, Dee reached her right hand under her and slipped her two middle fingers into her cunt. She stirred the juices around, then teased her swollen clitoris.

“Are you making your pussy ready for me?” he asked her. Now that she was compliant, he was almost kind to her.

Bringing her face up from his cock, she said, “Yes, sir.”

“Then turn around, so I can see your freshly spanked bottom. You can sit your sweet little pussy on my cock.”

Dee eagerly turned around, offering her bottom to Tom for his viewing pleasure. He let his hands stroke softly over the glowing buttocks. He kissed, then licked the crack of her hot backside. My wife shivered almost uncontrollably and her breasts wobbled.

Tom took my wife by her rounded hips. Dee spread her legs and reached between her thighs. Gradually, she backed towards my friend. She reached between her legs and guided the meaty shaft towards her cunt. I watched the head of his dick slip between her pouting pussy lips. Dee let out a small whimper of pleasure. Tom pulled her back a little more and another couple of inches of his cock sunk it. Finally, he was embedded in my wife’s slippery cunt. All that was outside was his ball sack.

Tom rotated his hips, and I could tell his cock was touching, teasing, exploring sensitive places deep in Dee’s lovely hole. Every now and then, Tom would massage the scarlet mounds of her bottom. Dee winced, but she also lifted her head up proudly and closed her eyes, and it appeared to me that mingled with the pain was more than a little erotic pleasure too.

Squatting slightly, facing me with her eyes closed, putting her hands on her knees for support, Dee rocked back and forth. She was fucking Tom’s cock, more than he was screwing her pussy. He was maintaining control of her even in that position.

Dee was facing me. I tried to read her pleasure. Her lovely mouth shifted in expressions of desire as if the sensitivity of her cunt was flickering across her entire body. Her beautiful soft and round tits swayed back and forth.

Dee murmured softly, little whines and whimpers. “Oh, yes…” she sighed softly.

Tom said to me, “Perhaps you’d like to join us. Dee’s mouth seems to be craving something to fill it.”

I stood before my wife. As I said, she was bent over slightly, sitting or more like crouching onto Tom’s erect cock, so her lips were not far from my swollen groin.

“Take out my cock.” I told her.

No hesitation, no bitching, no backchat anymore, Dee eagerly reached forward and undid my jeans. As her lips gathered my aching erection into her mouth, I felt her trembling from the dual penetration.

Tom drove forward, plunging into my wife’s pussy. The motion caused Dee’s mouth to engulf my cock. I felt her tongue swirling around my shaft, felt her mouth trying to suck me dry. Never in our years of married life had she ever given me such an enthusiastic blowjob. When I plunged forward, Dee’s wet cunt would shove against Tom’s prick. Between us, Tom and I, we were pummeling my wife back and forth.

I held Dee by her head and pounded into her. Tom held her by her hips and pounded into her.

Dee sobbed loudly. She writhed and quivered. She shook and trembled. Her cry of orgasm was muffled by my cock. I erupted in her mouth, and my wife continued to milk me until I was completely dry. She let a bit of the creamy white cum trickle from the corner of her mouth, but she swiped it away with her tongue’s tip. Tom made a loud gasp, then he was spilling his seed into my wife’s throbbing pussy.

Gasping for breath, she nestled her cheek against my shaft. I could see her heart still racing in the quivering of her cute breast. I leaned over and kissed her sticky lips.

I, and Dee too for that matter, took the experience with Tom to heart. Oh, she gets mouthy and cheeky every now and then, but I quickly take her in hand, and give her a sound spanking. Sometimes, afterwards, her eyes will sparkle and I wonder if she’s doing it deliberately. Whichever, our marriage has never been better.

I still invite Tom over occasionally. He suggested bringing Fran and we could have a spanking party. I can’t help but wonder what Fran’s bare bottom looks like red and hot!

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Sitting with all the lamps off, the only light needed came through the closed window and open blind. Sitting back on her modest couch, in her modest home, she loosened her robe and waited. She knew when he would show up. Slowly closing her eyes, she imagined what he would look like. Having seen him so many times, it didn’t take much of her imagination.

She liked men her junior, and loved the way he wore his early 30s. She was glad he carried the heavy leather satchel of mail on his right shoulder, giving her the better profile when he would ascend her steps in no particular hurry. She often dreamed of how she would like to have him strain above her, using the same strong rhythm on her, as he used to stroke her stairs.

With a picture of him in her mind, her eyes drew completely shut, as she allowed her robe to open. Wasting no time she quickly slid her arms out, and tossed the brave cotton to the side. The crude canvas couch, kissing her bare ass. Slouching, she began to run her guilty hands over creamed skin. Within moments, she peeled one of her hands off her thighs and took hold of her breast. Hoping she could last, she thought less of what might be outside, and seized on what was happening down between her legs. The thought of getting caught had started a fire. The thought of exposing her naked body always made her pussy hot.

He has thought about her every day on this route, since the first time he saw her. Saturday was his favorite day of the week, as seeing her was very common. Early on he had caught her walking through the front room with a robe slightly opened. Then there was the time he noticed her coming into the living room in shorts, still buttoning a bra less blouse. Reading on the couch was nice, in only tee shirt and sheer panties. His most lingering memory, the time she walked completely naked through the dining room as she toweled off wet hair. He never knew what to expect, or what to think of these incidents. But think of them he did. Never really knowing if these encounters were purposeful, he just guessed himself lucky.

Dirty blonde hair, draped over the left side of her face, as she laid back into the green couch. Make up made her features seem more for an evening out, than laying on her back in the afternoon shine. Thick with mascara, darkened lashes proved a suitable carriage for blue mist cascading over them. Not much unlike the same blue covering the muscled chest of her mailman. Lips wearing the red of rustled leaves, pursed open over milky white, manicured teeth. Her chin drew tight, as if she was trying to pull her cheek bones into her furrowed brow. Her expression could give new adage to the cliché, it is a fine line between pain and pleasure.

She wore no tan lines, and very little else that mattered. Choking her neck was a necklace of diminished dark beads fixed to a black elastic band. Hugging her waist was a silver chain embracing pinkish stones on regular intervals. Her left hand cupped her breast and pinched at her erect nipple. Extending down, her right hand grazed, grabbing at her moistness.

Stepping onto the first run of the porch, he sensed the faint hum of ecstatic moaning. He realized just how right he was, momentarily frozen in his tracks, he enjoyed watching her. Always hoping for a glimpse of her, especially her naked body, he found it too hard to turn away. Creeping up the steps, he decided do the same routine as always. Taking sure to catch the best glimpse he could, his longing grew as he approached the door. He instinctively turned and looked around the neighborhood, which was very calm. This time, it might take longer to find every piece of her mail.

Stopping above her crotch, she felt for her bulging clitoris. Protruding about a quarter inch past her swollen labia is where she found it. Slowly she started petting her fur, while moistness seeped out, glistening the outer edge of her swollen lips. Harder and harder, in a slightly up and down motion, she pushed on her clit, while pinching her nipple between the thumb and forefinger of her other hand. A drip of pre come trickled out the bottom of her pussy, calling home its resting place in the fuzz between pussy and arse.

He turned and took the first step down, stopping to look one last time when his head reached windowsill level. What he saw made his knees quiver, and his balls ache.

If he was not working, he would have unleashed his now hard cock, right there, and began stroking. With the large leather bag shielding him from the street, he did gently rub his swollen prick through his pants. As he watched, she grabbed a vibrator off the floor and slid it up and down her wet pussy.

She began to infix the thick tip of the dildo within her crotch. At first she only stuck it in about inch and pulled it back out. Teasing herself with this in and out motion, faster and faster, for about 30 chilling seconds. With no warning, she pummeled the whole 9 inches of thick black vibrator into her cunt. Her hips raised off the couch to greet the invading member. As she did this, she squeezed her legs together and held the vibrator with her thighs. Her ass still slightly off the cushions, she stroked at her clitoris with her right fingertips. Sinking into the back rest, she continued stroking until the digits of her right hand became a blur. Arching her back. she let out a little scream. Turning into a chorus of moans, she slumped her arched back into the couch, and opened her legs. The vibrator fell hard to the floor. Her right hand found her wet spot, while her left hand still pinched at her nipple.

The thumping of the vibrator on the wooden floor seemed to startle the both of them, snapping him out of his trance. He turned and bolted down the last few steps, hoping she didn’t see him. Wholly exhausted from her intense climax, she opened her eyes, squinted at the sun coming through the window, and wasn’t sure if she had seen something are not. Grimacing, and reaching down to turn off the vibrator, she grabbed the cover laying at her feet. Pulling the thin cover halfway up her body, she lay her head on a velvet throw. Drifting off into dream, visions of her the mailman seeing her climaxed pussy, fueled her resting body.

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Lauren Phillips is ready for Valentine’s Day as she decks her busty bod out in a sheer thong, thigh-high stockings, and a dress that highlights every curve. She leaves a trail of rose petals for Kyle Mason to follow. When he does just that, he finds Lauren splayed out in bed with only a few small articles of clothing between Kyle’s hands and her body.

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I found sexy Aria Logan over at Nubiles, one of my go to places for totally sexy girls. Aria is a stunner, the girl who reminds you of the best looking girl in your high school senior class combined with a walking wet dream or two you might of had. This girl has a near flawless body, tasty firm upturned tits, a sweet and very pink pussy, and a wonderful butt. This girl is super sexy no matter how you see her – and even sexier when she cums for the camera and you, you gotta see that!

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Gorgeous Shayla Laveaux is a thin spinner MIF who loves to get naked and loves to fuck big fat cocks. She’s found a good one here, the guy is packing a nice thick fuck stick and this horny housewife can’t wait to wrap her lips around it and start sucking it like the fountain of youth! She’s a talented cock sucker, plenty of experience here as this petite flatty mom really gets into sucking on his big knob. She just can’t resist that cock any longer and soon she is on top taking that big meat balls deep into her juicy fuck hole, this hot mom is totally into getting her pussy filled to the top with his hard cock and he fucks her in all directions before pulling out to cum all over her face and tits!

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