The smell of nothing cooking
The smell of nothing cooking
Let's fuck your dad, he's so grumpy...
What am i to do with you, slave?
Who's the real winner here?
What you don't see is what you get
Loud morning call
You rolled in the perfect hands and lips
My tongue won't miss a spot
Sorry son, but i'm hungry for cock
Stretch it for days
I'll eat you like a crumb, boy
You are a treat for my husband
Try someone more experienced
I was thinking to take it raw...
Tell her whatever she wants to hear