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