British brunette glamour models have been floating my boat since first it set sale in pubescent waters. I don’t see that tide ever shifting. Just something about those raven haired English lasses and their plump natural puppies that has always sent my libido pressing the red Wonkavator button and crashing through the roof.
Take for example, Coral May Hall. Oh, how I’d like to take Coral May Hall. Just prim and perfect and teasy funbag striptease delectable out in the garden with just one damn lucky chair in terms of set decoration. I could stare at Coral May for hours and never lose my smile. I know, because I’m at the two hour mark and I still look like the boy staring in wonderment at his first girlie magazine. Oh, boy, that is a nice tingle. Enjoy.
(Be sure to check out Coral’s Official Webpage for all your Coral May Hall wish fulfillment needs.)