Title: POV Goddesses: Kirsten Dunst
Celebs: Kirsten Dunst
Codes: FM, oral, anal, mas, con
Disclaimer: This is fiction, it did NOT happen. Fantasy is legal.
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Note: This is a spin-off of my Porno Chic series. Picture this in the style of one of those porno compilations.
We fade in on a POV of someone walking into a kitchen, where we see Kirsten walking away from the camera, in an old t-shirt and panties. “Woo! Morning, sexy.”
Kirsten turns her head to the guy, as she reaches up to open a cabinet, then pulls down a box of cereal. “Morning, babe. You look like you slept well.”
“Well, one part of me is up and alert this morning.”
“Oh…” Kirsten grins, turning around. “If I’d known that, we’d still be in bed.”
“Well, you can take care of it here.”
Kirsten chuckles. “God, we haven’t done it down here in forever.”
“I know. Remember when we were first married? We did it all over this house.”
Kirsten smirks, and beckons him forward. “Well, come here, babe…” The guy steps up to her, and the two kiss, then Kirsten lowers to her knees, as the guy places his hands on the counter behind her, and follows her with his eyes. Kirsten then pulls down the front of his boxers, and his rock-hard cock pops out. “Oh, nice…” she says, looking up at him, then looks back at it, and then, closing her eyes, wraps her lips around his erect member, and slides them up and down his rigid shaft.
“Oh, fuck, babe…You still give an amazing blowjob…” As he moans, Kirsten wraps her hand around his shaft, and strokes it, while licking and sucking his swollen head. “Huhm…stand up…” Kirsten stands up, and they again kiss, before the guy grabs the bottom of her shirt, and, with her help, pulls it off. “Goddamn, baby, you cold?”
“Only you wouldn’t notice how fucking cold it is.” The guy then leans down, and starts sucking one of Kirsten’s achingly hard nipples, while he gropes and squeezes her tits. “Mmm…Momma likes that…” The guy snickers, as he moves to her other nipple. “Huh…Babe, you are making me so wet…”
“Oh, well…” He starts kissing down her stomach. “What am I doing up here, then?” Now on his knees, he pulls aside her panties, and sticks his tongue in the middle of her dripping wet pussy.
“Oh…Oh, fuck, babe, right there…” Suddenly, Kirsten buckles slightly. “Oh, fuck, waitwaitwait, my knees…” The guy stands up, and we see her hands on the counter.
“Getting a little shaky?”
“Yeah, you still have that effect on ‘em.” As she says this, she walks over to the kitchen table, and sits on it, then grabs the sides of her panties, and pulls them off, past her feet.
“Hmm, good, easier access…” The guy pulls a chair up, and sits, so he’s face to face with her hairy, drooling cunt, then leans in, and again sticks his tongue in the middle.
“Oh…Oh, God…” We hear Kirsten breathing choppily, as the guy buries his tongue deeper in her pussy. “Ooh…fuck…” She then starts to slowly grind her hips, as we hear her breathing get more vocal. As he gets even more into eating her out, he suddenly sticks his middle finger in, and pulls it out wet, then shoves it between Kirsten’s cheeks. “Babe!” Kirsten squeals in surprise.
“Sorry, baby, couldn’t resist…” As he continues eating her, finger in her butt, Kirsten starts to buck her hips.
“Oh, God, babe, put your cock in me!”
“Well, if you insist…” The guy stands up, and, looking down, inserts his cock in Kirsten’s pussy.
“Ooh…fuck…” The guy begins thrusting slowly, and Kirsten’s tits start to sway and shake with his hip movements. “Oh, God, babe, you’re so deep…” As the guy speeds up, Kirsten cranes her neck back, and lets out a high-pitched, throaty groan, while her tits start to bounce and jiggle. “Oh, God! Fuck me!” The guy goes faster, and the table starts to inch away from him, until he plants his hands on it. “Oh, babe, I’m gonna cum!” After a few more hard thrusts, she cries out loudly, face contorting.
Soon after, the guy pulls out, and starts jerking his dick. “Oh, fuck…” he grunts, “Where do you want it?”
“Hm, wait…” Kirsten hops down off the table, and kneels in front of him, face tilted up.
“Oh, fuck, baby…” the guy chuckles raspily, then begins groaning, and his dick starts spurting, the first one landing in her hair, then the rest hitting her face, until it’s almost completely covered.
“Fuck!” she says, wiping her face off, “I forgot I was married to fucking Peter North.” The guy laughs, wheezing a little. “Fuck, you know what?” she then says, licking some of his splooge off her fingers. “I just realized I don’t have time for breakfast now.”
“Shit, me neither. Gonna stop at Dunkie’s?”
“Well, wash that shit out of your hair first, will ya?” Kirsten gives him a look, then flips him off, and he laughs out loud, as the scene fades out.