Kerry Martin walks into the ZZ Bar. This voluptuous, 45-year-old divorcee and Mommy is wearing a short, constricted, red suit with a plunging neckline that exposes off almost any of her large, natural whoppers. Her rack is on full reveal! The waiter flaunts up and pours her some water. She makes a phone call and tells her friend, who’s supposed to meet her, about the waiter, who she thinks is hot.
Kerry has plans. This babe tosses out her water and asks the waiter for more then asks him about the specials on the menu. One of them is filet mignon.
“The meat sounds actually luscious. Is it?” Kerry asks. We know what’s on her mind. But does that gent?
“Yeah, it’s really really juicy,” that Lothario innocently replies.
“That beef sounds valuable,” this babe says. “I think I’ll try that option.”
Then Kerry asks him to expose her to the restroom, and when they get there, Kerry pokes him against the wall and presses her knockers against his chest.
“I’m kinda still on the clock,” that woman chaser protests.
She craves to be on that large, black pecker.
That charmer protests some more, but when she takes her love bubbles out, his protests are futile.
“Give me that beef now,” Kerry says.
This babe acquires on her knees and sucks his large, darksome meat-thermometer right there in the restaurant. Kerry’s bald love tunnel is on the menu. Turns out her arse is on the menu, likewise, and this chab fills it with his BBC previous to cumming all over her face.
We assume that was intended to be Kerry’s dessert.