Lover Kimmie

Kimmie Kaboom...ah...Kimmie Kaboom. We'd like to bump inside Kimmie inside a dark room. We know she would not hit us with that rides crop. Kimmie might hip check us over the guard rail roller derby-style but never whip us. Kimmie seizes Tony's bj and jams it between her prodigious, prestigious breasts. A irresistible space to place and encase your face as a neck brace before you got to first base. Each breast appears bigger than his fellatio! Kimmie orders Tony to lie back on the bed. She climbs on top of him and buries his face. His muffled voice means he is still breathing. Kimmie sits up so Tony can gotten a handle on her huge hooters. She bounces and jiggles and her titted shake and quake into a fantastic display of the physics of boob motion. Then it's Tony's chance to suck on 'em. Kimmie reverses her position and sticks her booty inside his face. She wears no lingerie and her fishnet pantyhose have a strategic rip into them. Now, he can suck and finger Kimmie's twat. It's tit for tat so Kimmie helps him drop his jeans so she can suck his penis. Kimmie's major yabba-doos form a boob shelf on his thigh as she checks his dipstick with her lipstick and squeezes it between her hooters. Tony stands and Kimmie lies on her belly to suck his penis again. She even holds her fellatio still so he can banged her open, leaking mouth. Kimmie getting on her back so Tony can straddle her and nailed her yummy melons inside the retro #1 boob-banging position. If you haven't lost it and kaboomed at this point, you can continue on to the fuckin' Bombshell fuckin', Kimmie Kaboom-style.