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