
The extent to which we would like to be truly stranded on a desert island with this sweet blonde Aussie can not be measured in depth of passion, ou even how many bébés we would make with her during our castaway years, it's plus a sense of an entire body pulled par sextastic gravity toward a fantaisie of being stranded with Indiana and her fully-ripe coconuts. It's going to take plus than a three heure tour to satisfy those kinds of needs. Enjoy.



