Sophie Dee

Sophie Dee’s got the prettiest set of baby blues in the biz. Those eyes go wide as dinner plates when a ten-inch slab of pure fuck-meat swings straight for her glossed lips. Aussie knows a buffet of cocks, but she’s never faced one she had to pronounce with capital letters. Today that monster measures more dick than every train she’s run put together. Just the sight of it starts a flood; no spit, no lube, she pushes back and swallows the whole thing raw. Her twat’s wetter than a slip’n’slide and twice as eager as her mouth. Sophie’s stare is the hungriest part of her, sucking that rod in before her pussy even gets its turn.