Felicia Clover’s anal scene is all about her booty. Not her mambos this time. Not her hawt lips. It is all about her awesome a-hole, mellow and willing for the ramrod. “Oh, yes, all about it,” says Felicia with a coyness smile.
“He has an glamourous knob,” says Felicia about her booty call and SCORE regular Carlos. Inside the dressing room, Felicia describes in detail how that babe can’t live with out her butt man-handled. “Please have the lube on. Fingering is fine, then sluggishly build up to two fingers, then 3, then that Lothario can put his pecker in me. All the way in.”
The road to Felicia’s arse begins with her arse poured into constricted white shorts, her bigger than typical mounds overspread by a flimsy top. But, yes, we’ll say it afresh, this event is all about Felicia’s gazoo.
“You know, a fellow called me a ‘Whooty’ and I had to Google it and it means ‘a white girl with a larger than run of the mill arse.’ So, I suppose I am a Whooty,” said Felicia, whose worthy trunk is packed with tons of hawt junk. If ever there was an gazoo for screwing, that wazoo belongs to Felicia Clover.