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