The supple fingers of tailor Nikky Nastier are at work suturing a outfit during the time that our eyes are fixated on Nikky’s giant hooters. This babe sings to herself as her bra-supported, uplifted boobies rise and fall with every inhalation and exhalation. Our tailor is an elderly dame from the old country. Welcome to the tailors of the fresh country. They have large knockers, glamorous faces and wide-load donks. Ladies u wanna donate each droplet of your jizz to.

Mr. Tarzan comes in Nikky’s shop in need of alterations. This chab’s just beat the jugs and butt lottery. Nikky feels his palms, then takes him to her measuring sphere. Notice how this babe plunges his palm betwixt her breasts during the time that this babe tape-measures his bicep.

Keeling on the floor, Nikky shows huge sweaterbumps from the birds-eye glance. Gauze in arm, Nikky comes to her beloved part, the masculine genitals, and measures that. Ditching the gauze, this babe keeps her forearm there and massages his junk. This is an invitation for him to feel the fragile, sleek flesh of her titties. This chab pulls his manhood out and Nikky instantly pops it in her throat.

After deep-throating some sausage, Nikky puts her knockers jointly, still contained in her brassiere, so this babe can give him a tit-wank, then deep throats his penis and nut sack some greater amount. Nikky disrobes her top and brassiere, letting out her national treasures for greater amount enjoyment and games. The tailoring is forgotten as they plumb their brains out on the ottoman as well as a hawt piledriver on the floor with Nikky upside-down. What about the alterations? Forget about it.