Magazine January 2007 – 70 images of Houston

Houston, we don’t have a problem. Unless you don’t like sinewy blondes who say their majority sexual encounter occurred when a date stuffed his meat-thermometer up her gazoo.
“I just was not getting off,” Houston explains with characteristic bluntness. “So, I asked him to bonk me in the wazoo. That was the first time I took it up the rear. While this woman chaser was rogering me, I was working my clitoris with a high-tech, high-power sextoy. It did not take me lengthy to cum, and when I did, I came so rock hard, I screamed so loud the super in my apartment building came leaking, rogering on my door, asking me if I was all right!”

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