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