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