The joy killer
The joy killer
You are a treat for my husband
You rolled in the perfect hands and lips
Stretch it for days
My tongue won't miss a spot
What you don't see is what you get
What am i to do with you, slave?
I was thinking to take it raw...
I'll eat you like a crumb, boy
Loud morning call
Who's the real winner here?
Sorry son, but i'm hungry for cock
Tell her whatever she wants to hear
Try someone more experienced
Let's fuck your dad, he's so grumpy...