When this movie scene widens, 46-year-old divorcee Stormy Lynne is already straddling her buck. So much for foreplay. This babe is wearing hot, matching brassiere and knickers, nylons and fuck shoes. This babe has long, blond hair. She’s helping her lady-killer chill out after a long day.
“Did u notice my outfit?” she asks him. Certainly he did.
“I got it just for you,” that babe says.
And for us, of course.
This chab turns over. That babe directs his hands up and down her tight, thin, curvacious body. Stormy Lynne’s fullsome funbags are bigger in size than typical, especially for such a little female. That babe receives on all fours so that chap can bury his face in her a-hole. Then this babe turns around so this chab can eat and finger her shaved snatch. She appears to be to be enjoying herself.
“I forgot the camera was there,” she said us afterward.
She sucks. She screws. The daybed squeaks. This babe takes each inch of his knob and then receives her face decorated with cum.
“My family would be aghast if they saw me here,” Stormy told. “The people back home in Cincinnati would not make almost certainly of what they were seeing!”
They’d watch Stormy’s face glazed. And maybe they’d put aside their hangups and just jack.