Mona

About Mona

“I challenge you to find a spot on me that isn’t tan,” declares mouthwatering Mona. “Go ahead—take your time.” This sexy sun worshiper’s bone-building dare should keep you busy busting your britches for quite a while, since there’s no quick way to examine her mountainous mounds of perfectly formed flesh. Like us, this caramel-colored cooze sees no sense in hiding her deep, luscious bronzing. “When I feel those rays,” she purrs, “I’ve got to peel it off. I want to be sure every inch is covered.” Feel the heat? Envy the sun, fellas.

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April 1988