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