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