I don’t remember much of this broad, Tabatha Tucker. I do remember that after a long day of fighting crime I was injured to the point where I could not walk. I came back home to find this priceless piece of ass using my couch for her cookie manipulation needs.I used my giant intellect and verbal skills to convince her that getting superhero ball cream would only benefit her. Her warm mouth was a fine garage for my weenie. In fact, her breathing through her nose kept my balls warm so it was win/win all the way. With her bad dye job on top of what this woman calls a “head” I knew it could not be that long before this sweetheart was licking up my seed like a hungry dog. No amount of therapy is going to erase the memories of me dumping ounce after ounce of baby batter down her throat and that is the way I like it.