Don't be fooled, this T.J. Maxx shopper has the rectal capacity of a warship. As proven after doing the unthinkable: Reaching legit climax with nearly a foot-long's worth of Traverious Jones crammed up her choco hotpocket.
I've never seen this chick cave before, no matter how big the cock. It's as if her vaginal canal is made of Teflon, with more square footage than James Van Deer Beek's forehead. But after seeing this, I'm not so sure.
Not sure who's to blame here. Her whoreass for wearing that 'Joe Pesci in Home Alone hat', or the director that should've had the foresight to realize her twat would qualify as subsidized section-8 housing after this scene
I've never seen this chick cave before, no matter how big the wang. It's as if her vaginal crevice is made of Pyrex, and more bullet proof than Mick Jagger's nervous system. But after watching this display, Im not so sure.
Every good movie deserves a sequel, and many moons ago we discovered a girl that has less tolerance for raw beef products than a level 5 vegan. Probably all an act, but the hole-to-hole acrobatics is worth the followup.