It was a very hot day when Dolly Delight left her nifty bungalow for this photo-shoot. 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 dress.
Her British cookie is pierced and bald and always aching to be fingered. Her messy vocabulary is unrivalled by any other skanky British bimbo. In the bawdy throat 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 amorous and prurient poetry.
A valuable vanilla ice ball cream cone is just right for a refreshing break from this tropical heat. It melts likewise quickly though, and Dolly’s sloppy ice sperm touching with tongue habits leave her large knockers looking love a group of goo donors busted their nuts all over her.