Brandy squirts a bottle of suntan oil all over those tits. Red hides and watches. Brandy sees him and calls him over, unperturbed by his pervy voyeuristic behavior. After all, she's Brandy Dean. She lives so men can gaze at her, savor her huge tits, stick their cocks in her mouth, boob-crack and slick pussy, and ask her to autograph back issues of SCORE magazine. She asks him to put oil on her back and doesn't need to repeat herself. Flipping over on her back after Red's handling, Brandy's chest attracts Red's fingers like honey attracts bees. They pull down her bikini bottoms to reveal a bit of red pubic hair over a mostly shaven pussy. So, her collar does match her cuffs. Red forgets to add more oil as he rubs Brandy's sensitive thighs. Drunk from Brandy's tits and sun-warmed cunt, Red forgets all about his wife and plays touchy-feely with Brandy's pussy-lips. Brandy doesn't approve of extra-marital sex but that's okay because she's not married, Red is. Overheated by the sun and her rubdown, Brandy cools off in the pool. When she emerges, Red is waiting, cock ready for her tits. That triggers an automatic response in man-pleaser Brandy and she immediately places his beef-jerky in her cleavage and mouth. Once Brandy's sex-button is turned on, there's no kill-switch. The rest of the afternoon is going to be occupied by poolside sucking, licking and a variety of pumping and thrusting positions climaxing in cum-lathered bazoomas. Another jack-worthy fuck scene by the one and only Brandy Dean, a sex-kitten who makes a tit-man proud to bust a nut. Give her an inch, she wants six more. Thank you, Brandy Dean.