The bet is simple. If you lose, you remove a garment. If Brandy Dean loses, she removes a piece of clothing. Either way you win, so go for bust because Brandy’s packing a lot of hooter in her top.
Brandy bets that she can win the pants off of you, and if not, you get her sexed-up body totally naked and spread on the green felt for you to dick. Take the bet.
Brandy explained her philosophy about sex. “There’s subtle sex and then there’s just sex. Sometimes you don’t want to make love. You want to fuck. Men think the same way as women do, but men just usually want to get from A to Z. I’m more A than Z but not all the time. You gotta have variety. If not, sex gets boring.” Sex with Brandy could never be boring. No fucking way.
Miss Dean is holding a pair of 38DDD queens under her tube-top but she can be beaten. “Stores usually don’t have bras that fit me on the shelf. I either order them or do like this one’s doing and cover them a little, but that doesn’t work very well.” And thank heaven for that.
Brandy sucks cock in ways that can make a man’s hair stand on end. She looks like a sweet, corn-fed, wholesome mid-western chick. Which she is. But she’s also a girl you want to spit on your cock and deep-throat the shaft. You want her for dirty, filthy, raunchy fucking.
