Samantha Jolie
Blacks On Blondes #02
Backstage with Samantha Jolie & Eve Sweet
Double the Feet, Double the Excitement - part 2.
Double the Feet, Double the Excitement - part 1.
Samantha Jolie walks off the Prague streets like the joke is on all of us. She’s long-legged at five-eight, weighs maybe one-twenty, and the fact that she’s Czech only makes the punchline sweeter. Blonde hair falls around sharp green eyes, and everything about her stays tight: that thirty-four-inch chest barely fills B-cups, the waist pulls in at twenty-five, hips echo right back to thirty-four. She moves quick, small natural breasts shifting with each step, a walking contradiction of runway height and girl-next-door curves. You can’t help grinning at how the numbers line up so neatly on a frame that shouldn’t exist outside of daydreams.
Samantha Jolie walks off the Prague streets like the joke is on all of us. She’s long-legged at five-eight, weighs maybe one-twenty, and the fact that she’s Czech only makes the punchline sweeter. Blonde hair falls around sharp green eyes, and everything about her stays tight: that thirty-four-inch chest barely fills B-cups, the waist pulls in at twenty-five, hips echo right back to thirty-four. She moves quick, small natural breasts shifting with each step, a walking contradiction of runway height and girl-next-door curves. You can’t help grinning at how the numbers line up so neatly on a frame that shouldn’t exist outside of daydreams.