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