Shagging through the ages with Bobbi Starr

Bobbi Starr pops out of nowhere, the slutty time traveller. Victorian lace barely hides her. She pushes an antique wand inside and the old Intruder slams her ass. Every thrust rattles the brass bed. Cut to 1989: hair spray, robe, kitchen. She mounts a piston that whips like a rabbit vibe, spreading her legs till her knees knock the tiles. Sweat rolls down her thin waist. Last stop, tomorrow. A steel Fuckzilla unfolds its cock, waits for her cunt and finally spits its first load after six years of watching other girls cream on it. Bobbi keeps her natural tits out the whole ride, brown hair whipping back every time the rods pound deeper.