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