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