In white heels and khaki shorts, Courtney loosens herself free, revealing a plum of an ass, which she bumps down into the carpet for some self-flagellation.  Mark arrives and stands before her, propping her mouth wide, and she focuses on his mushroom head.  Likewise, he does the same to her clit, and a light and breezy session of missionary works itself into a pile driving beat, Courtney's back slid upward for maximum penetration.  The steady work continues via doggy and onto standard cowgirl, which allows Mark the chance to throttle Courtney from below as she hovers above him.  Plenty of mid-stroke tasting marks the transitions from spoon to reverse cowgirl (back on the floor), and Courtney accepts Mark's soft bullets, dappling her face and mouth.  While she is in possession of a killer set of curves, Courtney's performance feels somewhat shaky, and her coos and calls out are all delivered directly into the camera, huffs and puffs that certainly could use a bit of ironing out.  Still, she's a beauty, and I can't fault that for a second, now, can I?

A friend to boob-squishers and a danger for pre-diabetics, Chloe takes her sweet time teasing the camera, falling out of her two-piece to reveal a sturdy set of tits and a matching mound of ass.  Her royal blue panties and bra disappear, leading to a self-survey among her lightly tan fields.  Pete arrives bearing a green popsicle, and Chloe slides it in and out of her mouth, dripping a rich, sugary juice down her chest, and into her pussy.  She attempts to cram Pete's erect rod and the icicle into her mouth at once, only to break the neon-hued stick, left with only his penis to suck on.  They meet lips, and Pete cranks his hand over and inside Chloe's slit, causing a squealing ruckus.  She backs down to swallow almost every inch of his cock, sitting atop it to break into cowgirl.  A short tease and stump-tasting prepare for an onslaught of doggy, Chloe draped over the edge of a nearby couch.  Reverse cowgirl and spoon edge the two to a brink, and Pete pops a creamy dollop onto her mouth and face.  Chloe is superfine enough to give you the shakes, and her efforts here are no less equal.  You may need several glasses of water after watching this.  I certainly did!

We find Tori lying in bed, restlessly waiting for Mark, who's busy in a nearby room, to join her.  Her distractions begin by stripping off her handful of clothes for the camera, straddling and tossing herself atop the bed, caught up in rapture with herself.  Still, she needs the assistance of another, and Mark supplies a welcome remedy with his tongue pressed against her pink, twinkling crotch candy.   Tori's subsequent blow job that follows soon turns to face fucking, and she comes up for air to run her studded tongue along Mark's quivering shaft, jerking his cane, staring into his eyes.  He flips her over, tickling her ass orally, toying with her bottom before slaying her in doggy.  A mixture of grunts, whispers and dirty talk flow from Tori as she receives, and the two carry their pulsing rate off the bed and onto a matching couch.  A missionary trek soon turns into spooning, and afterward a booming missionary pile drive venture leads back into doggy, Tori taste-testing Mark's dick all along the way.  She slathers his rod in spit and pussy juice, and they finally end in reverse cowgirl, where Mark hammers from below.  Her orgasms now puffing into a final cool down, Tori opens up and swallows her partner's every last bit of joint juice.  Tori's energy and vigor is electric in this scene, and dialing into Mark's frequencies, as well as her own, they become attuned with each other, battling onward from orgasm to orgasm.  Wonderful, wonderful times!

Isabella, who's name and overall appearance reminds me of fellow teen-themer Micah Moore, bundles up her green outfit and underwear before masturbating on a leather couch.  Her leggy, almost frightening skinny looks make me think "sandwich" instead of "let's get fucking", but she turns my mind around as her dirty soles flutter above her tiny ass.  Which, coincidentally, is when Marco shows up to assist Isabella with her solo journey.  She fiddles and slurps up his pole nicely, leading into an ass-rubbing cowgirl session, onto a reverse of the same.  Her long fingers are adept at burnishing erect cocks, it seems, and Marco aims and continues their thumping in missionary and spoon positions.  He carries her into the air for a flight of face-to-face, and lands back on the couch for doggy and more standard missionary.  Spooning, in turn, breaks off
a throttle of jizz, splattered over Isabella's cheek and chin.  Despite the fierce look in her eyes, Isabella turns in a moderately heated scene, one which builds up flame, but never quite burned the party down.  Still, I found myself lost in her darker places, ones which were served up with an affable amount of aplomb.

The camera attends to Kacey's bundle of twig-like features, as she descends a set of stairs, and her heeled feet slip out for a flat-pace onto a nearby couch.  Her fingers, salivated on after lifting up her two scoops of ass for the camera, twist and turn and pull on the folds of her crotch, and Mark is quick to recover her hand.
His mitts fill her void as she snuggles his wang into her mouth, and missionary, spooning, and doggy positions ensue.  Kacey is all smiles as Mark guides her atop him, closing her legs tighter to his, and her, delight.  Her affectations form and exist in miniature, barely audible whispers eking out as Mark's quiet panting manages to drown them, a quiet contest that he seems to enjoy, bursting a series of bubbles atop her stomach while spooning.   He keeps going, finally dismounting for Kacey to taste his post, post-ejaculate.  Like Isabella before her, Kacey's feather-thin frame threatens to blow away in the wind at any moment, lest Mark lets go while she rides and slides along his erect stiffie.  Despite the lack of vocals, Kacey's workout with Mark was quite hot to witness, and I look forward to seeing her again!