Madura Dutch commercial from 2003 for Fa _ Brandpaal Alt

Shaking her head she stood and walked away towards the two rows of treadmills, climbing on one at the back and building her pace up from a walk to a jog then a run, feeling the fabric of her sports top struggle to contain her breasts almost as much as her shorts were struggling to contain her balls, it wasn't the most comfortable thing ever as busty and blessed as she was both above and below her waist, but she was used to it, and the sensation of achievement after a full workout was often worth the discomfort during for her . Naira was very lucky to have a boy like Ardanis, and she was very lucky to be allowed to use him when she wanted. He panted softly, offering her a beaming smile, radiating pure innocence . . She had her eyes closed and her hips were gyrating as she gasps for breath

Shaking her head she stood and walked away towards the two rows of treadmills, climbing on one at the back and building her pace up from a walk to a jog then a run, feeling the fabric of her sports top struggle to contain her breasts almost as much as her shorts were struggling to contain her balls, it wasn't the most comfortable thing ever as busty and blessed as she was both above and below her waist, but she was used to it, and the sensation of achievement after a full workout was often worth the discomfort during for her . Naira was very lucky to have a boy like Ardanis, and she was very lucky to be allowed to use him when she wanted. He panted softly, offering her a beaming smile, radiating pure innocence . . She had her eyes closed and her hips were gyrating as she gasps for breath