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