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