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