Jessica Roberts needs a worthy, relaxing massage. That babe knows an operator who has magic hands, and whenever that babe is spending some quality time at his massage spa for ladies only, she always takes advantage of the specials, such as Hardon Saturday.
Dressed in denim cut-offs and a tight, orange top with a front zipper, the same kind of outfit this babe probably distracts the Chicago White Sox with when they play home games at YOU.S. Cellular Field, Jessica heads over to his shop.
Jessica says her majority beloved thing in the world is a bigger in size than run of the mill, rock hard ramrod. That babe has come (and will cum) to the right place. Tony will be rubbing her in all the hot spots. He sluggishly strips her, relishing the sight and scent of her voluptuously curvacious, downy body. Stretched out on his table, his hands explore Jessica’s smooth skin. It’s the fastest rub-down on record as this lady-killer heads south to finger and tongue Jessica’s succulent muff in advance of feeding her the horn. From then on, it is fuck-city on the massage table and a nearby daybed. One of Chicago’s most nice has been rubbed the right way, her bigger than typical juggs swinging and shaking.