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