This is no standard brassiere experiment. This is the great bra experiment with the great Maserati. Bam has brought a selection of bras for Maserati to wear. He’s the designated under garment lad in this scene, a very coveted job that gets many applicants. The beneath garment sizes are not listed but they’re all extra-extra-big. Large enough for farmers to haul watermelons in. Larger than standard sufficient to cover a man’s head past his chin.
Maserati tries on four boulder holders. She loves the first two and loves the next 2. Maserati has her special way of testing every brassiere as we will see, with jiggling, bouncing and jogging in place. As for Bam, this chab is a happy man as this buck feels the weight and softness of her magnificent globes, cupping them with palms that are dwarfed by the sheer size of Maserati’s world illustrious cups. This chab dives into Maserati’s cleavage, burying his face inside her voluptuous valley.
Once the brassiere testing is completed, Maserati desires to test out Bam’s schlong. He’s in for a world-class oral-service and fucking. She rides his pole subrigid, grinding and pumping and turning up the heat. Maserati sits on him in one as well as the other directions, squeezing and thrilling his weenie, feeling the pressure rising. He takes her head in one hand and pops a nut in her expecting face hole, some of it spilling out and over her titanic super-natural hangers. We are sorry to watch this undergarment experiment end.