Women Seeking Women #39 - Scene 4

Kylie Ireland

Kylie Ireland

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Kylie Ireland steals every scene she enters. Warm hazel eyes, pale skin, that electric red hair—nothing stands out like her huge, heavy breasts or the round, open face that makes men and women alike lean in. She owns both sides of the bed. Give her a man or a woman and she answers with the same hungry mouth, same slick cunt, same cock-hungry ass. That first time she took a man in her ass, she filmed it for Twist of Fate, her body stretched wide, breath catching on every inch as the camera watched her break into something new. In Flash she swaps spit and fingers with a room full of girls, every slick kiss, every grinding thigh on full, explicit display. She’s acted her way onto mainstream cable, but her real gift is turning ordinary sex into something people remember. Off set she’s on rollerblades with her husky, racing between cars at NASCAR events, plate of sushi in one hand and classic rock loud in the other. Ask her fantasy and the name Johnny Depp slides out. Ask her about dream wheels and she’ll say a drop-top ’57 Bel Air, powder-blue and chrome. Right now she’s living that convertible fantasy on a strip-club stage somewhere, hips rolling for cash, then flying back to finish another hard scene. Her body never sits still; neither does the way she uses it.

Kylie Ireland

277.3K views

•@kylieireland•VerifyXXX

Kylie Ireland steals every scene she enters. Warm hazel eyes, pale skin, that electric red hair—nothing stands out like her huge, heavy breasts or the round, open face that makes men and women alike lean in. She owns both sides of the bed. Give her a man or a woman and she answers with the same hungry mouth, same slick cunt, same cock-hungry ass. That first time she took a man in her ass, she filmed it for Twist of Fate, her body stretched wide, breath catching on every inch as the camera watched her break into something new. In Flash she swaps spit and fingers with a room full of girls, every slick kiss, every grinding thigh on full, explicit display. She’s acted her way onto mainstream cable, but her real gift is turning ordinary sex into something people remember. Off set she’s on rollerblades with her husky, racing between cars at NASCAR events, plate of sushi in one hand and classic rock loud in the other. Ask her fantasy and the name Johnny Depp slides out. Ask her about dream wheels and she’ll say a drop-top ’57 Bel Air, powder-blue and chrome. Right now she’s living that convertible fantasy on a strip-club stage somewhere, hips rolling for cash, then flying back to finish another hard scene. Her body never sits still; neither does the way she uses it.