The movie starts with the act in progress as Peter feasts on Chevy Cobain’s large, large 40H jugs. The final time we eyed Chevy enjoyment the manhood, this babe was slurping Tarzan’s banana. There is no caned juices this time, but the prick tastes just as great to Chevy, who prides herself on her rod blowing.

Peter plays with Chevy’s jugs, pulling and kneading her tender and supple sweatermeat. This babe gets on all fours on the floor and opens her throat broad for Peter’s peter, her palms by her sides, her large jugs draping, and guzzles it all the way down the hatch.

Chevy cups her boobies jointly and wraps ’em around his man-meat, takes it back in her throat and then tit-screws it anew. Erotic dance fully bare to naked soles, Chevy climbs on the daybed and, facing her pound pal, takes his pecker cowgirl-style. They’ll need to Chevy’s beloved posture, from the rear, pretty soon sufficiently. Chevy says this babe’s a passive chick in ottoman, but this babe sure doesn’t action like one!