It was a very hawt day when Dolly Delight left her kewl bungalow for this glamour photoshoot. Her parasol protected her fair Anglo-Saxon skin from the burning rays of the sun until she tossed it away and took off her suit.
Her British love tunnel is pierced and shaven and is always aching to be fingered. Her messy vocabulary is unrivalled by any other skanky British whore. In the ribald mouth division, Dolly’s face hole is a whirlpool of verbal smut, her mind in the gutter. In other words, Dolly is an artist at producing salaciously excited and prurient poetry.
A fine vanilla ice jism cone is just right for a refreshing break from this tropical heat. It melts also quickly though, and Dolly’s sloppy ice sex cream tongueing habits leave her big love muffins looking love a group of jizz donors busted their nuts all over her.