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