She had a seriously big pair of cajungas. He knew that much. But, no, he eventually agreed that that alone should not determine whether her life support should be kept on indefinitely.
She was only the vicar’s daughter, but she knew a surprising amount about massive turds as well.
This slut really knew her onions, wanking-wise.
There was no way of knowing how many sperms had perished on her face, but any estimate below five hundred quintillion seemed impossible.