At poolside, Melissa leaves the pool and gets on a recliner. Armed with a bottle of clear sun gel, she squirts her massive mounds and rubs the stuff in well, massaging and fondling those whopping whopper. They shine in the sun as Melissa shakes, swings and squeezes them. The flesh undulates as she grips fistfuls of breast meat. Her hands cannot hold more than a fraction of their volume. This girl is more than a real handful, the very essence of voluptuousity.
