Can anyone help me find a super hot amateur vid of a thick blonde british wife riding her husband on a bed in both directions wearing black lingerie unil she cums?

it was a white/offwhite bedroom with a table lamp lol, she had a bob cut and was thick and curvy, fantastic tits. the vid may have been titled that she was fucking her stepson... watched it dozens of times on here, nothing controversial, but now its GONE!!

please help! ive never searched this hard for a video in my entire life.

I cut my tits off but still get off to the thought of real men gaping my tight cunni reminding me why I was born female.

I have been desperately searching for this specific video, perhaps someone can help:

It was a video of a girl riding a dildo. She was on the thicker end, big tits, great ass, and dark hair. She started from the back view and moved around to the front and took her bra off. Her panties had this cut out at the top part of the back side. Panties and bra were both black. This video may not even be on here any more, but any insight would be appreciated!

I still replay that New Year's Eve in my head sometimes, the way everything shifted from playful to something heavier, slower, more dangerous.Michele and I had claimed our usual high-top near the dance floor at that downtown lounge—low lights, slow jazz, the kind of place where the air itself feels thick with anticipation. She was wearing that black dress again, the one that looked poured over her body: tight enough to show every curve, low-cut enough to draw eyes like gravity, thin spaghetti straps that kept slipping just a fraction with every movement. Her skin glowed under the warm bulbs, and when she laughed at something I said, the neckline dipped and rose in a way that made my throat go dry.We'd already had a couple of drinks, trading lazy kisses and stupid resolutions for the new year. Our glasses were empty again."I'll get the next round," she said, sliding out of the booth. She leaned over the table, gave me a slow, teasing kiss—tongue just brushing mine—then whispered against my lips, "Be good while I'm gone."I watched her cross the room. The dress moved with her like it was alive, hugging her ass, swaying with her hips. A few heads turned. Mine stayed locked on her.She reached the bar, leaned in to order, hair falling forward over one shoulder. That's when he stepped up beside her. Dark suit, easy smile, the kind of guy who knows exactly how tall he is and how to use it. He said something; she laughed—that bright, unguarded sound I usually get credit for. My stomach gave a small, familiar twist. Nothing new. Michele flirted like it was small talk.He kept talking. She kept smiling. Then he nodded toward the dance floor, palm open in invitation. She glanced back at me across the room. Our eyes met. She gave me that little half-smile, the one that says "this is harmless, right?" I lifted my chin in a go-ahead nod, smirking like it was no big deal.She didn't come back with drinks.Instead she let him take her hand and lead her out onto the floor just as the band eased into another slow number—saxophone dragging the tempo down to a pulse.At first it was innocent enough. His hands settled on her hips, fingers resting lightly over the black fabric. Hers draped loosely around his neck. They swayed together, bodies close but not pressed, moving in that easy rhythm couples fall into when they're testing boundaries.But the song stretched, and so did the space between them.His hands slid lower. Not suddenly—just a slow, deliberate drift until his palms cupped the full curve of her ass through the dress. He pulled her in gently but firmly, closing the last few inches until her breasts pressed against his chest. She didn't resist. If anything, her body softened into his, hips rolling with his in perfect sync.One of his hands stayed low, kneading her ass with slow, possessive circles while the other climbed her back—fingers tracing the bare skin above the dress's low back, then slipping under one spaghetti strap. He hooked it with a fingertip and eased it down her shoulder, just enough to bare more skin. She tilted her head back slightly, exposing the long line of her throat. He took the invitation—lowered his mouth to the side of her neck, lips brushing, then pressing open-mouthed kisses along her pulse.Her fingers tightened in the back of his hair. She arched a little, pressing herself tighter against him. I could see the way her thighs brushed his with each slow grind, the way her dress rode up an inch or two on her legs as she moved. His hand on her ass squeezed harder, pulling her hips flush so there was no mistaking the heat between them. She let out a small, breathy laugh against his ear—too quiet for me to hear, but I knew that sound. It was the one she made when she was turned on and pretending she wasn't.The countdown started.The room exploded with voices—ten, nine, eight…They didn't break apart. If anything, they moved slower, more deliberately. His mouth found hers just as the count hit five. Not a polite New Year's peck. A deep, hungry kiss—his tongue sliding past her lips, her head tilting to give him better access. One hand stayed locked on her ass while the other cradled the back of her neck, fingers threading into her hair to hold her exactly where he wanted her.Three… two… one…Confetti rained. Cheers erupted. Horns blared. And in the middle of it all, Michele was still kissing him—slow, filthy, unhurried—her body molded to his, one leg hooked lightly around his calf like she needed the leverage.When they finally broke apart, her lips were swollen, lipstick smeared at the corner of her mouth. The fallen strap still hung off her shoulder, exposing the top curve of her breast almost to the edge of decency. She said something to him—short, private, teasing—then brushed her thumb across his lower lip like she was memorizing the taste.Then she turned and walked back to me.The crowd parted for her. Cheeks flushed, hair mussed, dress slightly askew, that post-kiss glow on her skin. She slid into the booth beside me, pressed her thigh tight against mine, and leaned in until her mouth was at my ear."Happy New Year, Robert," she whispered, voice low and wrecked. Her hand found my leg under the table, nails dragging lightly up my inner thigh. "Did you like the show?"I caught her chin, turned her face to mine, and kissed her—hard, claiming, tasting champagne and him and the edge of something new."Yeah," I said against her mouth, voice rough. "I liked it."She smiled—slow, wicked, unapologetic—and settled against my side, one hand still on my leg, the thin strap of her dress still dangling off her shoulder.The band started another song.And the night was nowhere near over.

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Update on the cock craving I posted about last month.



It turns out I didn’t have to look too far. I have a woman friend. We’re not physically intimate. Never have been. But we get together every so often for a beer and to swap stories. She knows about my early experiences with guys so it wasn’t odd that I would tell her that I was thinking about getting some dick for the first time in years. The problem is that I work, recognizably, at a public job, for uptight people, and it wouldn’t go over too well if they heard I was trolling for a fuck on Tindr. Worse if it was Grindr.

She kinda chuckled and told me she thought she might have just the guy for me. A friend of hers in Colorado Springs, about my age, happily married for about three years but kinda sexually stifled by a wife who, while she liked the ‘normal’ stuff, was a real 3 Position Sally, blowjobs (no swallowing) on his birthday, nothing kinky, kinda person. Lovely woman. I’ve met them both at her house, so they weren’t strangers, but I knew precious little about them.

Long story short, they were up a couple of weeks ago and I got to ‘bump into them’ as if by accident. My lady friend had texted him and asked if he remembered me. He did. Was he still thinking of finding someone to play with? He was. Was he still interested if it was a guy? Depends on the guy. Remember Val? VAL?! He had no clue I would consider a guy.

 We chatted for a minute in her back yard about ‘the next Bronco season’, and made a plan.

His wife works four 10 hour shifts a week at a hospital. Sometimes she’s off Thursday-Saturday. Sometimes Sunday-Tuesday. Some of those don’t overlap with his work schedule. He’s a 9-5, Mon-Fri guy. So, on some Fridays and Saturdays, there are about 12 hours a day, if you include the commute, that he has free.

Free to meet someone in a motel. Someone who also works 9-5, Mon-Fri.



He got a room in Denver and was waiting when I pulled up, delayed by Denver’s monstrous rush hour. I knocked on the door and he answered, dressed almost exactly like me. T-shirt. Sweat pants. Athletic shoes. Same colors even. We laughed and then I asked if he was still up for it. He dropped his sweats to his ankles and asked if that answered my question.

 He wasn’t huge. 4 1/2, maybe five. Cut. Small in the balls. Thick in the shaft.



I gave my first blowjob as a teenager and I didn’t mind swallowing back then. But after the few I had given as an adult, I wasn’t too hip to the idea. When he asked if I was going to swallow, he didn’t know that I knew that his wife didn’t. I told him I would and guided him to the desk chair. 

I worried that maybe I wasn’t going to be good enough at it. I was when I was much younger and my one real gay affair had never complained. But doubt does creep in. I started slow. Licking, tonguing, kissing the shaft while pumping with a loose fist. Then I had the head in my mouth, paying attention to his breathing and his hips. When we got to ‘Aw fuck, aw fuck, aw fuck!”. I pumped harder, took him in deeper, and when his hands took hold of my head, I pumped until I felt those few drops of cum and took him all the way down.



So much cum.

Swallowed every drop.

He asked what he could do for me and I was honest with him. I have a history of spinal injuries. As I’ve aged, my ability to get and maintain an erection has ebbed and now, at nearly 60, a real hard on is rare. So while I wouldn’t mind, I just really wanted to get him off and would he want to fuck.

 His answer was to strip completely, as did I, and I knelt on the edge of the bed.

I’ve always been iffy about rimming someone. I’ve done it but it’s usually in the shower. He, on the other hand, wanted to do it to his wife and she wouldn’t let him. With finger and tongue, he took his time and got me well and truly ready. Then pushing me forward on the bed, he knelt behind me. He’d come prepared. I heard him putting on a condom and there was the click of a lube bottle cap. 

Friends, I was right to want to get fucked. He didn’t go as deep as maybe I would have been able to take but he was thick enough to stretch me wide and make it sting. That man could fuck.

Where the blowjob might have taken about 4 minutes, he stirred me up for about 20. When he grabbed my hips and stuffed all of him in me and came, he was wheezing so hard that I thought maybe I’d coronaried him. I don’t know where he got it all but when he pulled out, even after all the cum he’d fed me, that reservoir tip was full.

He looked at mine, dangling there. “Because of me?”

“No,” I replied, “Because of me. But believe me, hard cock or no, that fat thing of yours felt sooooo good in me!”


We showered together and when I lathered his privates, he stiffened up again. He’s almost my age and where hardness is difficult for me to achieve, it seemed that he was built like a teenager.

We dried off in a hurry and I laid down on my back, pulled my knees up, baring my asshole, and said something like, “You had better make this one memorable. It’s gonna need to last,”



”Until next time?”

“Until next time.”



When he came this time, it was the last gasp of empty balls. He pulled off the condom and came on my soft cock and balls. Even that felt good.



Will there be a next time? With him? Maybe. He’s good but he’s married and while we were talking he admitted that this could be a one-time thing. But even if it’s not him, I could see me playing with the right guy. I don’t mind swallowing as much as I thought I did. And I definitely enjoyed being fucked.



I still enjoy and prefer the company of women. And if I can get hard enough to fuck, I’d rather share it with a woman. But somehow, getting another guy off is something completely different and I’ve still got a craving for it. If I do it again, I’ll let you know.

I have seen plenty of titty fuck videos over the years...but has anyone ever seen any vids of a woman getting fucked DOWN her cleavage!? Because I've never found any...

Like, she's sat upright,fully dressed, very busty in a low cut top...and the guy takes his lubed up cock, standing in front of her and slides it down between her tits.

I kinda can't get the Idea outta my head, since it's always the first thing I wanna do when I see a lot of cleavage on show...I just wanna walk up and jam my cock in there...