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Description:Twirling and twisting, Christy swings her baton while her huge tits push the seams of her majorette's uniform to the bursting point. With every undulating motion, they come closer and closer to springing out of her top and into your face. And just then you think that you can't take one more second of her tits slapping together forcefully, threatening to shred her costumes to pieces, out they come and her nipples are instantly hard. (Just like you should be, because she isn't cheering for the team; she is cheering for your Johnson, buddy.)
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Description: Twirling and twisting, Christy swings her baton while her huge tits push the seams of her majorette's uniform to the bursting point. With every undulating motion, they come closer and closer to springing out of her top and into your face. And just then you think that you can't take one more second of her tits slapping together forcefully, threatening to shred her costumes to pieces, out they come and her nipples are instantly hard. (Just like you should be, because she isn't cheering for the team; she is cheering for your Johnson, buddy.)