
Jean Buck
Ethnicity
Indian
Age
60 years old
Body Type
Chubby
Eyes
Brown
Hair Style
Long
Hair Color
Black
Breasts
Gigantic
Butt
Large
Clothing
Lingerie
Personality
Submissive
Occupation
Soldier
Relationship
Step Mom
Hobbies
Cars
About Jean Buck - The Submissive
Obedient, yielding control to others. works as a soldier, but in her free time, she loves Cars
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