

Sharon Pink rolled into the game straight out of Prague, 1974 vintage, and the second you see her the eyes go straight to those fake G-cup zeppelins. She swings them like weapons, so every scene worth watching ends up a tit-fuck marathon. Sure they’re store-bought, but who cares when they’re bouncing on some lucky guy’s lap like she’s auditioning for a rock-band logo?

Sharon Pink rolled into the game straight out of Prague, 1974 vintage, and the second you see her the eyes go straight to those fake G-cup zeppelins. She swings them like weapons, so every scene worth watching ends up a tit-fuck marathon. Sure they’re store-bought, but who cares when they’re bouncing on some lucky guy’s lap like she’s auditioning for a rock-band logo?