It was a very hawt day when Dolly Delight left her phat bungalow for this pictorial. Her parasol protected her fair Anglo-Saxon skin from the burning rays of the sun until that babe tossed it away and took off her suit.
Her British cookie is pierced and hairless and is always aching to be fingered. Her messy vocabulary is unrivalled by any other skanky British bimbo. In the smutty face hole 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 lustful and prurient poetry.
A worthwhile vanilla ice spunk cone is just right for a refreshing break from this tropical heat. It melts also quickly though, and Dolly’s sloppy ice spunk touching with tongue habits leave her big fullsome funbags looking like a group of jism donors busted their nuts all over her.