Skylar Vox – 19-Year-old version with her longest platinum blond hair ever, The Miami Princess.  Best Tits in Porn.

The sun was still high and so was she when I arrived at her palace hotel on the shores of the Atlantic Ocean, its golden rays glinting off the endless stretch of ocean laying next to the beach of clean sun colored sand.

She stood there, waiting for me, The Princess of Miami—all honey-bronzed skin and effortless allure, wrapped in a flowing white dress that clung to her curves with every teasing gust of wind.

“I didn’t realize I was on royal time.”

She laughed, a soft, sultry sound that sent heat pooling low in my stomach. “You are when you’re with me.”

The afternoon stretched before us as we walked the heat pressing against us. Her fingers grazed mine—barely a touch- enough to send a current through my pens. She knew it, too. Knew the effect her real gigantic breasts, some of the most beautful in the world, had on most men around her.

The sky darkened as the wind picked up, whipping strands of hair across her face. “Hurricanie is  coming,” she murmured, tilting her chin up to watch the shifting clouds. A single raindrop landed on her shoulder, then another, sliding down the smooth expanse of her skin.

She turned to me, biting her lip, and I felt the air shift— I was completely hard, i felt her and she was wet as the coming storm.

Then she ran.

Laughing, breathless, she grabbed my hand and pulled me with her, sprinting through the rain as it fell in sheets, drenching us within seconds. We were soaked by the time we stumbled into her palace, my fingers grabbed her pussy, and rain dripping onto the marble floors.

I reached for her pussy again, but she darted back, eyes flickering with something wicked.

“Take it off,” she said, her voice barely a whisper over the rain pounding against the glass.

I hesitated, watching as she pulled her dress over her head, letting it drop carelessly to the floor. The fabric pooled around her ankles, leaving nothing between us but the wild energy crackling in the storm-lit room.

I stepped toward her, but she shook her head, biting her lip as she slowly slid my penis in between her thighs and slid her hands over her own amazing gigantic breasts, teasing hers nipples, and holding her big tit, teasing me, making me watch.

“You want to touch me?” she whispered, stepping back onto the bed, reclining against the pillows with the confidence of a queen expecting worship.

I swallowed hard, my pulse hammering. “More than anything.”

She smirked. “Then show me.”

I quickly stated eating her pussy, as I played with her asshole, and stuck my finger inside over and over, trailing my fingers up to her clit, pressing her pelvic area as I licked her clit and suck on her lips.. She shivered under my cunnilingus, her breath hitching as I kissed her pussy and her asshole, and pushed her face down on my cock.  Feeling her warm soft lips dance against the sensitive cool skin of my cock.

“Tease,” she breathed, nails digging into my shoulders as I finally gave in, my lips, my hands, my penis inserting into her pussy in an agonizing rhythm that made her writhe beneath me.

The storm outside raged, but inside, we fucked faster and hotter

She moved her pussy , against me, her nails scraping down my back, her body arching, then tweaking on my cock.  it felts so good.  To be deep in her pussy and sucking on those big amazing tits, it was more than one man can handle.  She whispered my name like a prayer, gasping as I pulled her deeper into pussy making her squeal the pleasure until she shattered in my arms, trembling, breathless.

But we weren’t done.

Not even close.

She flipped us over, straddling me with a wicked grin, rolling her hips in a way that left me cursing under my breath. “My turn,” she purred, dragging her nails down my chest, making me watch as she took what she wanted.

The hours blurred together—a relentless push and pull, gasps swallowed by kisses, bodies moving as one, over and over again.

And when the storm finally faded, leaving nothing but the scent of rain and sweat and us in the air, she sighed against my skin, pressing a lingering kiss to my chest before slipping from the bed.

I watched her, still breathless, my body aching in the best possible way.

She turned at the door, looking at me one last time before disappearing into the early morning light.

She had royal obligations to return to.

But me?

I had only one.

To find a way back to her.