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