Somebody’s at the door. Crimson, who’s home alone, opens it. Who is it but Brandy Dean. All 40-25-36 inches of her. Miss Dean’s 38DDDs inject the abode in advance of this babe does.

So what’s the deal? Brandy is a pal of Crimson’s wifey and was waiting to dangle out with her at their pool. This babe asks Crimson if this babe can catch some solar rays by herself…if that is nifty with him. Crimson would get to be the largest idiot in city to tell her to leave and return when his wifey comebacks. But Crimson is no idiot.

Brandy undresses her skin-tight trousers and shirt to disclose her curvaceous body covered by a pinkish and orange wire swimsuit that heads nicely with her crimson hair and powerful hangers. Crimson follows her and hides behind a column.

Brandy blasts a bottle of tan lube all over her huge jugs. Crimson lurks and sees. Brandy watches him and calls him over, unperturbed by his perverted, voyeuristic demeanor. After all, this babe’s Brandy Dean. This babe lives so fellows can stare at her, relish her massive jugs, stick their pricks in her throat, boob-crack and smooth snatch, and ask her to autograph back issues of SCORE magazine.

Brandy asks him to put lubricant on her back. This babe doesn’t get to Iterate herself. Rolling over on her back after Crimson’s treating, Brandy’s torso attracts Crimson’s fingers like babe attracts bees. They pull down her swimsuit bottoms to disclose a bit of crimson bush over a mostly trimmed twat. So, her dog collar does match her handcuffs. Crimson forgets to add greater amount lubricant as this chab touches Brandy’s sensitive hips.

Inebriated from Brandy’s jugs and sun-warmed pussy, Crimson forgets all about his wifey and plays touchy-feely with Brandy’s pussy-lips. Brandy doesn’t approve of extra-marital hookup, but that is ok ‘coz this babe’s not married, Crimson is.

Overheated by the sun and her massage, Brandy cools off in the pool. When this babe appears, Crimson is awaiting, dick willing for her breasts. That triggers an automatic response in man-pleaser Brandy and this babe instantly places his beef-jerky in her bosom and throat. One time Brandy’s sex-button is turned on, there is no kill-switch.

The rest of the afternoon is occupied by poolside blowing, eating and a diversity of pumping and shoving poses climaxing in cum-dripping melons. Brandy Dean, a sex-kitten who makes a tit-man proud to drizzle a nut sack. Give her an inch, this babe wishes at least six greater amount.