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