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