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