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