Elle Flynn has been shopping, a girl’s prefered sport, hobby and past-time. What has that babe caught, captured and brought back to Tarzan’s man-cave? Brassieres, certainly! Elle is wanton. “So alluring, I had to buy ‘em all,” says Elle. Let’s watch her try some on. Her bigger than average soaked natural milk cans are awaiting and so are we.
Elle desires to try on Tarzan’s favourite, the blue one, because this babe is a pleaser and a giver with a complete lot to give. That babe can barely hold it up against her jugs coz of his roaming hands that jiggle and shake them. It is a boob quake.
The blue one is a hit but what Tarzan actually craves is to engulf Elle’s tit. Next up is the purple boulder holder. One time afresh, this petticoat chaser dive bombs for her merry areolas. Then the pink one is given the shake test. Elle sucks her own nipps wanting in on that act herself. With Elle on the ottoman next to u, u do not need cable TV, u play with her love bubbles all evening instead of a remote control.
Elle tries on another undergarment, a striped number, but by this time, she’s all worked up and hawt from all the breast play and this babe desires to play with Mr. Cheerful. She kisses the tip of it, then wraps her squishy, squeezable flesh pillows around it and buffs it with fast strokes.
An Elle Flynn oral pleasure follows and these are always super-horny and specific at SCORELAND. Hands-free and with tons of spit, Elle gives him a tremendous oral stimulation and ball mouthing, her meatballs flying with his pecker in her throat. Wanting more, Elle gets on her back so Tarzan can copulate her boobies and face hole.
“Fuck me,” Elle whispers. Tarzan rubs her clitoris with his fingers and, spreading her legs, slips past heaven’s gate so Elle can have her urge.