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