Scarlett Monroe says this babe worked as a cognitive trainer. For those who don’t know, cognitive trainers help their clients think faster and more clearly by administering brain fitness exercises. Scarlett need to be one hell of an instructor ‘cuz one glimpse of her body causes blood to rush from our heads to our schlongs so quickly our heads commence to feel fuzzy.
“What’s not right, baby?” Scarlett says into the digital camera with a tanalise. “I thought these were all of your favourite foods.”
No buck can think about food at a time like this, and with a hotty adore this right in front of u.
“Oh, I am your prefered food?” that babe tanalizes once more.
U got that right, Ms. Monroe. We’re in the mood for pantoons, and Scarlett’s 34E-cup scones look new and ripe.
“I bet you wanna tear up this breakfast,” Scarlett says. “I desire your meat-thermometer inside me. I desire it in my mouth.”
Distance makes the heart grow fonder and the 10-Pounder grow harder, and we could not be more unbending or fond of Scarlett as she works her banana love she would our unyielding jocks despite our current distance.
Scarlett is getting charming concupiscent by all this food and teasing, also. She’s already soaking succulent when she starts stroking and fingering her cum-hole. And when she finally cums, her cum-hole juices serve as the flawless refreshment following this tasty breakfast.
“Thanks for breakfast, baby,” Scarlett says as she laps her cum off of her fingers. “That was just what I needed.”