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Redneck John: Her Tits Were Huge, John’s Load Was Huger (pt.1)

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2 days ago 347 11min 49sec

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John, our favorite sweaty dude, was just minding his business—slurping hot soup and watching his favorite porn on TV—when BAM! The soup fought back, leaving him with a fresh burn and a bruised ego. But John ain't got time for whining. He wiped his mouth, scratched his belly, and did what any true country boy would—he went hunting. Not for deer. For women. He stumbled upon a fine-looking busty brunette online and decided she needed to be his. He called her up, and before he could look around, she was on her way. Being the classy gentleman he is, before she came, John did some half-assed cleaning—kicked some dirty socks under the couch, sprayed air freshener, and called it "good enough." When Sandra strutted in, John felt his excitement take his breath away. She was way out of his league, and he knew it. Massive tits and cleavage so deep he could lose his gaming controller in it—along with the last remaining bits of your sanity. His eyes were glued to her like barbecue sauce on ribs. Meanwhile, Sandra, clearly a professional, stayed cool, counted her money like a boss, and got ready to handle business.

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