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