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Kaylani Kao's Audition - ROUND ONE - 1080p HD video from Mike The PussyTester

Kaylani Kao's Audition - ROUND ONE - 1080p HD by Mike The PussyTester Kaylani Kao is a brand-new 18-year-old Cambodian porn model from Los Angeles, CA. In order to start her career in the porn industry, Kaylani signed a modeling contract with Mike the PussyTester's model management Company. In order to secure said modeling contract, Kaylani had her pussy tested by said PussyTester. THIS is the first round of that pussy-testing. Creampie included. THIS full-length actual reality porn video is shot in 4K, ultra-high definition. THIS is the only real "reality porn" on the internet.

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My step brother make me stop gaming to fuck me hard - JuliaGoddess video from Julia Goddess

My step brother make me stop gaming to fuck me hard - JuliaGoddess by Julia Goddess My stepbrother knows the only way to get me to drop a game is if I'm really excited. Then he runs his hands down my body, rubs my pussy. I can't resist, I want to be fucked, he gives me a lot of pleasure with his mouth to then fuck all my holes and cum deep inside my ass.

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BIKINI-POPS UNSEEMLY STORIES THE GYMNAST video from Bikini Pops

BIKINI-POPS UNSEEMLY STORIES THE GYMNAST by Bikini Pops With my right knee firmly placed on the carpet, I bring my left foot forward and grab my hips as I begin the stretching routine in my bedroom. Wearing my favorite sparkly blue leotard, I focus on holding my posture. I have a lot on my mind and need to make a serious decision, so I feel that doing some poses will clear my head and help me decide what to do. It all started at my gymnastics academy. I was a bit clumsy when I initiated my lessons, but now just before I was about to graduate from high school I was the best in my class, except for maybe Amy. As my body developed throughout the years, I began to notice that I was getting more attention from the teachers that worked in the facility than I had in the past. The spandex uniforms that I wore fit tight and clung to my body. Occasionally, some of the instructors would gawk at my perky nipples or stare at my camel toe during my routines. At first, it made me feel a little uncomfortable, but eventually, I got used to it. It's just the way men are, I thought to myself. Besides, now that I was eighteen and budding into a young woman, I was proud that I had a body that men were attracted to. Sometimes it actually gave me a tingle between my legs that made me play with myself in the bathroom after school before anyone came home. Mr. Jerkin was a nice man, but he, of all the instructors, tended to peep the most. One morning I remember doing my stretches, and when I looked up, I caught him glancing between my legs with his mouth open. I realized that he had a bulge growing in his pants and that he needed to readjust his stance so that I wouldn't take notice. But I did. One day towards the end of the school year, he pulled me aside after class to say that he had something really important to tell me. I knew that the Gymnast of the Year Award was coming up, and I was kind of nervous. Was he about to tell me that I didn't qualify? I was so concerned because I was planning on a scholarship from that award to help pay for my first year of junior college. Once all the other students had left, he sat me down at his desk and had a somber look on his face. "Well Katie, I know that you’ve worked really hard for a long time in hopes that you would receive the Gymnast of the Year award," he said. Knowing now that this is what he wanted to talk about, I immediately grew a lump in my throat, and my tiny legs started to shake under his table. I swallowed deeply and continued to listen. "I want to let you know that I have some good news and some bad news.", he continued. "Which would you like to hear first?" I really wanted to know if there was a problem or not with me getting this award, so I said, "The bad news, please." "The bad news is that even though you've worked as hard as you have for the past year, it looks like Amy is going to receive the scholarship because of her ranking.", he explained. Crushed, I didn't even want to ask him what the good news was, but I did in hopes that there was still a way to obtain the reward. "What's the good news?” I asked. "The good news is that I'm going to give you an opportunity to outrank her so that you can receive the scholarship instead." Mr. Jerkin announced. My eyes opened, and my entire face lit up with excitement. I thought to myself; There is a chance after all! With a renewed smile, I said, "Really? That's awesome, Mr. Jerkin. What is it exactly that I need to do?." A small grin appeared along the corner of his mouth. "Well Katie, I’ve noticed how you have developed over the years and have realized that you're much more coordinated, tone, and fit than you used to be, especially now that you're eighteen. I want you to make a video. A private video for me that no one else will see. With this video, I'm going to analyze your form, stance, and posture to make sure that giving the scholarship to Amy and not you is the right decision to make." His grin turned into a smirk as he could see the look in my eyes had hinted that I had a feeling where this was headed. "Uhhhh, Okay, Mr. Jerkin. You need to see everything? Ummm, I think I can do that. When do you need it by?" "By the end of the week. That's when I need to notify the economic aid department in regards to the scholarship." He said. I was looking into his eyes as I swallowed deeply again thinking to myself that I couldn't believe what he was asking for. "Okay then, I'll do my best, sir.", I said with an evident nervousness. As I began to leave, Mr. Jerkin took my hand and said, "Katie, you understand that in this private video, I need you to show me your entire form, your whole stance, and your complete posture. I want to be able to see it with the naked eye up close and clearly without anything in the way. Otherwise, I won't be able to make the right decision. Understood?" Even though he didn't say it directly during our conversation, I knew what he wanted to see in this private video. It would be a lie if I said I wasn't a bit scared to do it, but I knew that this was my chance, my only chance to get the scholarship that I had worked so hard to get. The choice was mine, and I wasn't going to let this opportunity pass. I realized then that I was going to need to use all the resources available to me in order to get ahead in my life, even if one of those resources was my tone petite young body. Upon completing my exercises, I went to the living room, picking up my phone off the glass table. Walking back towards my bedroom, I gently closed the door behind me. My parents will be home from work soon, so I only have so much time. I turned on my video app and, placing my phone against a vase at the corner of my bed, set the lens in wide-angle mode. By doing this, I was sure that Mr. Jerkin would be able to see what he wanted to see. I still couldn't believe he asked me to do this. But even more disturbing was that I was following through with his request. Desperate situations, calling for desperate measures, were how I could process my actions. Kneeling on my bed, I spread my legs open and arched my back, bringing my chest outward. Looking into the camera with a solemn expression and preparing myself mentally for what I was about to do, I reached up to each of my shoulders and slowly pulled the leotard straps downward— first, the right, then the left. Mr. Jerkin never gave me specific details about how to make his video. I just knew he wanted to see me completely naked. Inhaling deeply, I blew my breath outward and pulled the top of my uniform down, exposing my A-cups directly in front of my phone. Looking below, confused and unsure what to do, I cupped my hands around my boobs and pushed them together as best I could, trying to make them look bigger than they were. I was pinching and pulling on my nipples for a moment, but that ended when I put them in my mouth. With my leotard pulled down to my waist, I press my small breast together while licking and sucking on them. After doing this for a few minutes, I turned around on my bed and bent over so my bottom was facing the phone. This video is incredibly embarrassing for me to make. I mean, I'm still a virgin, for crying out loud! The only boy that has ever seen me naked is Barry from my bible study group. And that was just because we made a bet that I would show him mine if he showed me his after he walked me home from church one Sunday when my Mom and Dad were out of town. But at least Barry is my age. Mr. Jerkin is over twenty-five years older than me, not to mention he is my gymnastics instructor! Now I’m in my bedroom, making him a private video, about to show him my bare butt! Working my leotard outfit from side to side, I pulled it past my right and left buttocks, exposing my entire rear end to the camera. Using my right hand and grabbing my butt cheek, I opened my behind wide to show Mr. Jerkin a better view of what lies between my buns. My uniform is around my knees as I gaze into my phone, looking innocent, vulnerable, and helpless. A slight frown grows in the corner of my lips when a wave of embarrassment rushes into my consciousness, but I know the more he sees, the more likely he will choose me over Amy. Red-faced and blushing, I lean on my shoulders and open my private parts with my other hand. You're going to get the scholarship! You'll get the scholarship!, I keep telling myself as I expose my genitals to the camera, bent over with my heinie in the air. Sliding around onto my back, I pull my knees upward and remove my gymnastics outfit, throwing it to the floor beside my bed. With my legs open wide and stretching as far as they will go, I give Mr. Jerkin a wide shot of my naked teenage body. Bare from head to toe, I still am in awe but now more aware of my nude exhibition. A profound sense of shame overwhelms me. I can't help but look sadly into the camera, knowing this is something that I need to do, no matter how demeaning it feels. Laying nude on the bed, I stare into the camera, shy by my exposure to the lens. I think of what to do next, and nothing comes to mind. I'm in shock. I raise my left hand to my mouth and lick my finger. I bring it back down to my waist and begin rubbing my button. Mr. Jerkin is a pervert, and this is what he wants to see. I know it. He said this was a private video, just for him. It's just a means to an end. I reassure myself that no one will ever find out about this. I raise my hand to my mouth again and taste myself as I deliver more spit to the tip of my finger before returning to my hairless mound. I start to diddle a little faster as the air conditioning hardens my teeny nipples. Gazing into the video as it records my inappropriate behavior, humility sinks in. I can't believe my instructor expected me to do this. He's going to masturbate to this recording; I know it. That's so gross. Caving to his demand makes me feel naive and stupid. But I don't have a choice. I know the more things I do, the more he will get off, which will most likely raise my chances of getting the scholarship. Reaching down with my right hand, I open myself up with remorse and show him my pink insides. Using my index finger as a way to penetrate myself, I move it inside and out of my special place. As naughty as this makes me feel, I can't help when I start to get off on it. Yeah, it's true, I'm not sure if I should be doing this, and it doesn't follow my bible studies, but whenever I touch this part of my body, like sometimes when I'm in the shower, I like it. I can't help it. There's nothing wrong with that, right? Am I being foolish? Confused, I bite my lip while fingering through my tiny folds, noticing they're beginning to moisten. "You like when I have a camel toe in class?" I say innocently into the video as my hand picks up its pace. "I've seen you watch me while I'm stretching." I reach my hand up to my mouth and taste my privates. After releasing a small moan, I continue, "I wish your dick was inside me, Mr. Jerkin," and then reach back down and touch myself some more. "I've seen how hard you get looking at my body." Another taste, and I repeat the process, saying things I know he wants to hear. My hand pushes faster into my now slick crevice. "I'm doing this for you, Mr. Jerkin. Because I know you want to see my young naked body." The wet movement between my fingers and the skin below my waist is audible throughout my bedroom. "Ahhhhh...." I groan. Once again, I taste myself and then return my hand. "Please let me get the scholarship.", I plead toward my phone's video lens. I try to blot out what I'm doing because it doesn't make me feel good about myself. It's highlighting my desperation and pin-pointing my gullibility. What if I give him this video, and he still chooses Amy? Nonetheless, my inappropriate behavior continues. With my hand back towards my mouth, I lick the tips of the two fingers I've been inserting inside myself and then heat my vocabulary a notch by saying, "You like when I suck my pussy juice off my fingers?" I seldom say cuss words. Maybe with my besties during sleepovers when we talk about boys, but never around anyone else, especially adults. I'm just doing it because I know it will excite him further. Deciding to take things to the next level, I push my hand down again toward my soft, smooth parts and press into the flesh, saying, "I'm touching my pussy just for you." He needs to ejaculate. I must make him cum. If he doesn't, I won't get the award! Rubbing the tiny space between my legs vigorously, I moan again and then whimper. "Is this what you want to see, Mr. Jerkin?" Touching my girly bits while thinking about my instructor rubbing his penis makes me wetter. This impure moment is making me feel at a loss. As dirty as my conduct is right now, I can't help but enjoy the sensations it gives me. Why should I like something that I'm so ashamed of doing? "I'll do whatever it takes to get the scholarship!,” I yell into the camera. Becoming hotter as my hand increases the friction between my thin thighs, I try to keep thinking of things that he would like to hear, words that will help him pop. "Oh yeahhh.... You like to watch me play with my pussy?" I exclaim. Bending my knees, I raise both of my feet off the bed. My fingers are now digging into my privates, and this doesn't seem right. I am sinning, but I can't help myself. My juices are flowing, and my vagina is beginning to make a squishy sound while I play with it. I spread my legs open further. "Oh yeah!” I cry softly as guilt and pleasure collide and overwhelm my moral compass. My nubile legs widen as I stare into my phone's camera lens. "You like it when I touch my wet pussy? It's wet and creamy. I can't believe I'm doing this for you! Oh yeahhh...” I weep. I taste it again and return my hand so that it can penetrate even deeper into my tiny hole. I've never masturbated this much at once. "I'm being naughty for you, Mr. Jerkin. I know this is what you want to see." My clitoris swells as I lick my paw again. This shady pleasure is exhilarating when I initiate another round of fingering. "Yeah....Fuck!" I scream. My parents are going to be home soon and they can't find out about this. I need to finish! Taste them. Lick them. Stick them back in. I start sobbing, a little bewildered with all the stress and emotions entering my mind. I tunnel extensively between my legs to numb my thoughts and hopefully show Mr. Jerkin an image of shattered innocence that will enable him to burst. "I wish your dick was inside of me!" I yelp. "Play with my pussy Mr. Jerkin, play with it! Play with that wet pussy!” In and out. In and out. My slippery fingers slide quickly in and out of my now-soaking genitalia. "Oh fuck..." I gasp. A splendor is building inside, similar to a feeling I got in my bathtub once when I pressed myself against the jet spray. With mercy, I beg, "Cum for me, Mr. Jerkin. I want your cum in my pussy." The pressure increases in my loins. "I want it. I want it so bad!" I rest one hand back on my pillow behind me and look upward as my hand jabs into my crotch. My hormones are raging as I press on fondling myself. "Ahhhh...Fuck!" I wail. Not thinking straight, I assume this is normal behavior for a girl my age, but I've never felt this way before. It's as if someone else has taken over my body. A swelling buzz erupts in my raised feet, drops through my open legs, and then concentrates below my waist. Only able to focus on making my instructor glad to have this video, I blurt out, "I know you're a dirty old man. I just want to make you happy. I want the scholarship. But I don't want anyone to ever see this tape. So please make it private!" My burning waistline is overpowering me. The tingle between my legs has become a fire. I can't stop touching myself! What has my gymnastics instructor done to me? A gigantic pulse of heat releases from my belly, exiting my dripping coin slot. A sticky white substance coats my two fingers as I keep jamming them inside me. I just had my first real orgasm! This is so wrong! Given the circumstance, I begin to cry. There are no words that can describe my level of self- consciousness. I gawk into my phone lens with sheepish eyes. Disgraced, my sobbing takes over, and I feel wholly mortified. What have I just done? Even though panic and fear consume my thought's, I taste the salty flavor of my loins one last time before re-inserting my fingers. I cry hysterically and briefly shove them back between my skinny legs before I howl towards my camera, demoralized, "Please let me get the scholarship!" Afterwards, I gather my emotions as best as possible, turn off the video app on the phone, and run to my bathroom. What I've just done is despicable. I need to shower and wash this icky afternoon off of me before my parents get home!

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