Latest Big Tit Videos

We live in a world of convenience and we like what we want, when we want it. For example, when you want a nice, juicy burger, you can just pull in to your local drive-thru and order it. If you want to pick up some prescriptions, you can just mosey on over to your local pharmacy's drive-thru and get your meds. So why not incorporate that into how we get ass? How convenient would it be to just pull up to a corner nearby and order up some juicy cooze to go? That's exactly what this guy does. He pulls up to choco-licious Stacy Adams, working her wares on the ave, and he says, "I'd like some mocha poon to go, please. And a side of titties, too, super-sized. Thanks." And she jumps into his car and then on his cock in the motel a few minutes later. And when he is done with his quickie, he tells her to book and that's because just like fast-food containers, hookers like Stacy are disposable. Doesn't that sound quick and easy? You betcha. All hookers should be quick and easy.

Ever get that feeling, like you're never going to find Ms. Right? Like, that wonderful lady you are supposed to ride off into the sunset with is never going to show up? Like you are never going to be able to say, "You complete me," to some amazing woman, and mean it? Well, hate to bust your bubble, friend, but chances are, you are right. Ms. Right is probably not coming your way. But here is a consolation prize...Ms. Right Now. You see, Ms. Right Now is just around the corner. Actually, she is ON the corner. Ms. Right Now is a modified version of Ms. Right and she comes with lots of perks, and that includes HUGE perky titties, too. You can tell Ms. Right Now to suck your dick, to lick your sack and to gobble up your nutritious load, and you know what? She will. And you don't have to spend a whole paycheck on a ring, either. Because Ms. Right Now is yours with only a small, one-time payment. So why waste your time on daydreams? Stop thinking about the what if's and start thinking about huge tits. Go out and find your Ms. Right Now...she is on a corner near you.

Here is something almost unbelievable: Rich guys with millions of dollars need to hire hookers to get some action. (Yeah, cause the fact that they are rich just doesn't cut it with your average gold-digging slut. They have to pay for sex.) But, we are not going to argue with that since most chicks believe this to be true thanks to the magic of the movie "Pretty Woman". So in an effort to keep up that Cinderella-esque ideal that if a girl is pretty and charming enough, it overshadows the fact that she blows many, many cocks for money and a rich guy will save her from the streets. Let's pretend that Kianna Dior is a hooker with a heart of gold who merits some rescuing. Kianna comes across a rich guy who has a limo that he is willing to let her rest her tired tootsies in. (It's rough pounding the pavement and getting your pussy pounded, too.) So, being the overly grateful streetwalker that she is, Kianna decides to show him her gratitude with the only thing she has to offer a rich guy...her hooker pussy. Does he decide to whisk her away from all things hooker-like because of her prime, horny, pink clam and righteous cock-sucking skills? Hell, no! This isn't the movies. What he does do is promise her that he will be back next week for another romp in the limo with her. Hey, he didn't take her off the streets, but at least he is giving her a steady income, or rather cumming in her a lot.

If you are a dude who has a best buddy, you are responsible for a few things. The first is lying for your buddy whenever he needs you to. If his ball and chain comes snoopin' around, you deny and lie until you die or at least get your friend on the phone to warn him. The second thing you are responsible for is breakin' your friends' balls at every opportunity. This is important as it builds character and is just plain funny. The last thing you are responsible for, and probably the most important thing of all, is getting your buddy some strippers for his bachelor party. And not just any run-of-the-mill-dancing-for-dollars stripper, either. Nope. You are responsible for getting him a hot slut who is going to drain his nuts of every last drop of his single-man baby batter. A slut like Holly Halston. This stripper takes it up her slutty snatch, in the mouth and most-importantly, up her tight ass. So remember, when the time comes to do right by your best bud, give him the gift that keeps on giving. Give him a big-tit hooker.

So you're driving along, minding your business, when all of a sudden you see a bargain buy on the side of the road that you just can't say no to. It's one of those "I gotta have it!" impulse buys that make you reach for your wallet before you have even thought it through. What is it, you ask? No, it's not a boat. Nope, it's not your dream car. It's a blonde, bimbolicious, mega-racked hooker who is spilling out of her too-tight, too-short purple dress. And guess what? She is so reasonably priced that you can afford her right then and there, without even having to go to the ATM. This working girl is all business and takes you to the hotel ASAP because she can't wait to suck your sac and rod, man. And boy does this trick suck dick! She is the type of ho that talks with her mouth full, saliva dribbling out of her mouth, while she tries to push your dick even further into her throat. We don't know about you, but that sounds like a good convo to us! Carly (her hooker name, of course) is not only a skeezer, but she is also a pleaser, taking her time to inquire how you would like it like she was taking your fast food order. "How would you like your blowjob today, sir?" She gives a vigorous cock-sucking performance and then hops on for the ride of her life. With her exuberant fucking, and her scandalous dirty talking, we have to say that Carly really does work hard for the money. One of the better hookers we've come across.

This isn't the way you expected your day to go. You were just going out for a ride. Sure you were. And you saw this chick standing on the sidewalk. White chick. Looked like she could be a college student, except for one thing: She was dressed like a hooker. And had big tits. That's what got your attention. That and the look on her face that said, "You can have me for a price." So you head off to the ATM. Take out some money. Driving back and hope she's still here. She is. You negotiate, and she hops in. Her name is Whitney, and you tell her, "I don't have time to go to a motel," to which she responds, "That's okay. We can sneak into the men's room in this building." You've never done that kind of thing before, but you're not about to ask questions, not when your cock is begging for relief. Which Whitney, your street hooker, is happy to give.