Jane Wilde 4
Jane Wilde 4
My tongue won't miss a spot
Loud morning call
You rolled in the perfect hands and lips
You are a treat for my husband
Stretch it for days
I'll eat you like a crumb, boy
Tell her whatever she wants to hear
I was thinking to take it raw...
What you don't see is what you get
Sorry son, but i'm hungry for cock
Who's the real winner here?
Try someone more experienced
Let's fuck your dad, he's so grumpy...
What am i to do with you, slave?