There’s no receive to peep on Aurora Rose. That babe knows we’re watching and this babe can’t live without it. Even just drooping up her washing, which are all bras, Aurora brings her peculiar brand of British sexiness to the bigger in size than run of the mill reveal.
Aurora’s teats are slipping without her beneath garment. They wanna pursue release and get some sun. Ahh…brassieres. They hold the goodies we love so dearly.
“Hello, guys,” Aurora says in that sexy-cheery-cheeky English cutie way. “I’m just doing my laundry. It is such a fetching day and I thought I would let my pleasing bras dry out side. My suit has gotten a little bit juicy so I think I’ll leave that on the line too.” Precious move, Aurora.
Washing is a drudge. More awesome to laze in the grass on a beach towel and take her sun-kissed, tan-lined mounds out. Speaking of sun-kissed, Aurora kisses every breast, leaving red lipstick on them. Aurora’s belts vanish. This babe stands up to play with her love melons, tugging, jiggling, bouncing, shaking and swinging them coz this babe is our breast friend.