Movie File Area 25676 has 10 movies totaling 1,056 MB
Tuesday, May 22, 2012 0010:0024:PM PT
Naked younger girls movies
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Romantic Softcore
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MOVIE AREA DESCRIPTION: Lovely, young, naked girls, all softcore. Each clip is complete, and a different girl. The idea is beauty featuring young naked models in softcore, artistic, romantic settings by themselves, no men. These pretty girls are all natural. Scenes have stereo music, most videos are 640x480 mpeg1 at lower video data rates.
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| "No, Darling, you must show your tits," came the cry from a very effeminate Pierre, the designer of a new range of clothes for the European summer collection. I rearranged my 'tits' in the soft multi-colored synthetic dress so that the audience could see my bobbing teenage breasts as I walk down the ramp in the European Fashion Show in Paris, France. This year Pierre's designs are very sexy and very risqué. He combined synthetic materials with leather and satin, chiffon and wool and showed a lot of naked flesh. He believes women should show their assets to their best advantage. A number of the clothes have bare backs, see through blouses, slits up the skirts and even bare fronts. The models were not your average anorexic naked younger girls movies with small or no breasts at all. No, we were a healthy bunch with 34C – 36D cup sizes and lovely tans. White, bronze and black skins glistened and glowed under the bright lights. The dressing area looked like a monsoon flood swept through the room. Girls ran from the ramp to their wardrobe change, pealed off everything and slipped into the next skimpy item. I have never seen so many naked pussies at a fashion show before. Pierre insisted that we do not wear any panties and also shave our pussies. He wanted to show buttocks and pubic mounds to this teenage modern crowd. Gone are the days of false modesty and the hypocrisy of fashion. Pierre believed people dress up to get laid. Men must look successful to attract lovely women, while women must look sexy to catch the eyes of the richest men available. We all know that every date will be concluded in bed with people fucking their brains out. So why not cut to the chase, and show your naked assets. I took a deep breath and started down the ramp. The who's who of the entertainment and fashion worlds lined the sides of the stage, rubbing shoulders with the trophy wives and spoiled children of the rich and famous. My aroused nipples pointed at the curious audience but it was a kind my wet vulva that attracted the most attention. The dress barely covered my ass cheeks and a small upside down triangle was supposed to do its job in front. The spaghetti strings over my shoulders pretended to keep the dress from falling off. My ample teenage breasts swayed and peeked behind the flimsy material with every step of my long strong legs. My thighs rubbed against each other, slipping over my pussy. The flapping triangle never covered my naked mound. The audience had an unobstructed view of my clitoris and puffy pussy lips. "screw it", I thought. "They want to see my pussy, I'll show it to them." At my first scheduled stop and turn, I put my hands on my hip, spread my legs and pushed my pelvis towards the crowd. I looked into the eyes of a lovely teenage woman, caressed my buttocks and slipped my hands between my legs. The group before me cheered and applauded my brazenness. I swiveled around, bent over to reveal the naked valley between my legs and my wet pussy. Wolf whistles accompanied me back to the dressing room. An angry Pierre waited for me. "This is the fashion show, not a strip club, you little hussy," said Pierre. "You could've fooled me," I responded while I removed the 'dress' and quickly stepped into a black leather dominatrix harness that obscenely exposed my breasts and mound. As I stepped into the thigh boots, I fell against Pierre and touched his rock hard big cock with my naked bottom. "What's this?" I demanded and grabbed his huge big cock through his trousers. "You're supposed to be gay." Pierre dragged me aside and pulled me closer to him. I could feel my naked teenage breasts rubbing against his satin shirt. My nipples wanted to burst with arousal. I pushed my pelvis against his leg, leaving a wet slimy trail down his black trousers. My engorged pussy and breasts sent sparks through my being that left me gasping. "Where else can a man like me touch and see so many lovely naked women?" he whispered in my ear, while slipping his finger between my puffy full lips and into my wet canal. With the cushion of his thumb he rubbed my sensitive clit, sending me nearly over the edge. He withdrew his wet fingers from my hungry pussy and swirled me in the direction of the stage. I was up next and with weak knees and a leaking pussy I managed to get onto the ramp. I focused on a light in the distance and started my walk. I didn't feel like a dominatrix but a slave of my own desires. I could feel the leather-straps between my legs, pulling my pussy full lips open to reveal my moist love canal. When I turned at another spot I swayed my hips and rubbed my clit, looking straight at a lovely teenage man with his mouth wide open. I smiled at my newfound pussy power and strutted back to the dressing room. Pierre and two other naked younger girls movies spat angry words at each other. "Listen, darlings, we have a job to do. You can screw him later, after I'm done with him," I said, getting ready for my final outfit. "His big cock is mine." But then it hit me. Why not pull a Robert Altman stunt like in the "Ready to Wear/Pret 'a Porte" movie? I quickly organized the models to follow my lead and off we went hand in hand onto the ramp. The applause was overwhelming. I could feel my smile widening as Pierre came onto the ramp, walking between his bevy of totally nude models. As he bowed to the appreciative audience, the models hugged and French kissed one another. The year 2005 was the beginning of a new wave of erotic fashions, and I was part of that movement. |