Sara Jay

Call it Sara Jay season. If the Clauses kept their dirty laundry in the attic, their little-known sister would be the one you'd dream about – massive tits and a shelf of ass thick enough to serve eggnog off of. The red lace's losing its grip; flesh just keeps rolling out the sides and over the top. You know Sara Jay. She's the messy MILF they begged us to bring back, and we saved her for now. She drops, spits, and takes him down to the root in one practiced slide, extra drool coating everything as she gags and hums like it's Christmas dinner. Throat gulping, balls tapping her chin, the bells jingling are the ones between her knees. Sara Jay's at your door with a mouth that's open for business. Ho-ho and ho.