Sirale inspires tit-men. Steve is one of ’em. The sight of Sirale’s big mammaries fearsome to bust over her bustier drives him nuts. He’s on Sirale in a flash, tongueing, sucking and squeezing her bra buddies for a admirable five minutes before this fellow strips her down, puts her in a doggie on the couch and sticks his tongue into her bawdy cleft. That drives her wild. Her nipples harden and elongate and her pupils dilate.
Steve has Sirale sit up and blow his horn. She plays a very nice tune, cupping her tits and sliding his bloated shaft in and without her mouth in a hands-free suck off. The digital camera shifts to a first-person point-of-view as Sirale lovingly worships him with her throat, her big eyes wide and staring into the lens. Sirale is one hot piece of ass and we’re pleased to have her aboard.
Sirale’s mammaries are pale. Her areolae are a darker, tawny color and the contrast really makes ’em stand out. Steve transfers his knob from Sirale’s drooling throat to betwixt these big jugs and that petticoat chaser bangs ’em subrigid. This is solely a warm-up to Sirale getting pounded and creamed on.
Sirale merely uses one name but her surname could be “Fuck-toy.” As play boy-friends go, Sirale’s a living sex doll.