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BTS Episode 68

BTS Episode 68

Proxy Paige and Amber Ivy are dripping with lust, greedily snapping close-up pics of each other's slick, swollen cunts just to get off. We drool over scorching new footage of filthy bad girl Romance as she throws down in a nasty, hair-pulling girl fight with me—the sweet, pious "new girlfriend" to her man. Vera Drake tongue-fucks Proxy's thick, juicy ass like she's starving. Behind-the-scenes filth from Proxy's outrageous anal stuffing marathon, plus a topless interview with Romance gushing about her latest depraved adventures. I'm truly hashtag-blessed to be drowning in these gorgeous, cock-hungry sluts 24/7.

Out Of Jail

Out Of Jail

Mr. Pete's filthy ex-wife Romance had been rotting in the pen for 15 years, but the second she kicked open his door she was starving to choke on his cock. Pete played the born-again saint, shacked up with prissy Joanna Angel, until Romance's greedy mouth had him dropping the act. She expected to get throat-fucked raw, only to find that Goody Two-Shoes had her shiny butt plugs lined up like innocent salt shakers. Pete was a lying bastard who'd been dying to wreck his nasty ex again. One brutal shove and he bent her over the kitchen table, pounding her ass with violent, table-shaking strokes until she screamed hallelujah.

BTS Episode 61

BTS Episode 61

We fucking raged our slutty porn star asses off at the filthy Inked Magazine photoshoot that just happened to double as a nasty, cum-soaked celebration. Tattoo stations let our horny friends get fresh Burning Angel ink branded onto their smoking-hot bodies Necro Nicki even took a filthy tramp stamp right above her ass crack, what an honor—while bikini babes grinded, flirted, and spanked each other's juicy cheeks raw with my Joanna Angel toys. I shoved my tongue down Vera Drake's throat, then twerked my fat ass and buried my face in Ophelia Rain's crack for some serious, sloppy salad tossing while she did the same to me. Thick, throbbing meat was everywhere, a piñata got smashed open, and we smeared cake all over each other's bodies.

Tommy's Casting Couch

Tommy's Casting Couch

Romance swung by to hit the mall, but Tommy Pistol rolled in late for our Walking Dead 2 brainstorm. I ducked off to finish getting ready and left them alone to talk. Turns out Romance had been dying to land some zombie porn—she begged to know what it took to get in and decided to give Tommy's thick cock a nasty, hands-on monster audition right there. She rides dick like a filthy champ, deepthroats undead cock like she was born for it, and can take a massive headshot without spilling a drop. One hell of a convincing performance from our favorite opportunistic, tattooed little slut.

Tommy's Casting Couch

Tommy's Casting Couch

Romance showed up ready for our mall run, but Tommy Pistol was dragging ass for our Walking Dead 2 brainstorm. I ducked out to finish getting dolled up, leaving those two alone to “chat.” That horny bitch had been dying to star in some zombie porn, so she seized the chance and begged Tommy to let her prove she could handle monster cock like a true undead whore. She slammed that dick down her throat like a champ, slobbering all over his throbbing shaft with nasty zombie-level oral skills, and took a massive headshot facial without flinching. What a convincing, cock-hungry performance from our favorite opportunistic tattooed cumslut!

Dude, Am I A Slut - Part 2

Dude, Am I A Slut - Part 2

Up next on the Ellis Show, a filthy party slut named Taurus rang in with the nastiest, most depraved story yet. This raver whore and her cum-hungry friend Romance hauled four random, rock-hard strangers home from the club—snagged them straight from the bathroom stalls and the bar. They didn't know these dudes at all, but the guys were so fucking hot they skipped the small talk and threw their own private rave, choking on thick stranger cocks and spreading their soaked pussies wide for a nonstop gangbang. Watch these four hung studs pound these neon candy-wearing, cum-guzzling raver sluts senseless until they're glazed and wrecked. Sharing is caring, especially when it means raw, risky group fucking with total strangers. Red Dragons!

Yoga Sexercise

Yoga Sexercise

Romance was deep into her steamy yoga flow, those skin-tight leopard-print pants hugging her juicy ass like a second skin while her massive tits strained against a skimpy black zip-up bra, begging to burst free. The second Seth Gamble showed up, the workout turned filthy—her clothes hit the floor in seconds as he bent her flexible body over and stretched that dripping cunt wide open with his throbbing cock. He slammed into her tight pussy with hard, relentless thrusts, her slender frame grinding and bouncing on every veiny inch while she moaned like a total slut. Her wild mermaid hair whipped wildly as she rode him reverse-cowgirl style, tits bouncing and ass rippling with every filthy pump. Yoga's cute and all, but nothing beats raw, all-day fucking for keeping punk sluts like my BurningAngel girls in perfect, cock-hungry shape.

Romance's Room of Horrors

Romance's Room of Horrors

Michael Vegas couldn't believe his luck scoring a night with the smoking-hot stripper Romance, but the second he stepped into her bedroom he was hit with the raw stench of a filthy torture dungeon. She had some poor bastard locked in a cage, and while she was busy slamming her dripping cunt down on Michael's throbbing, rock-hard cock with savage, greedy hunger—leaving him shaking between terror and pure lust—he quickly popped the lock and set the prisoner free.