Clea Gaultier 1bts
Clea Gaultier 1bts
You are a treat for my husband
I was thinking to take it raw...
My tongue won't miss a spot
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?
Sorry son, but i'm hungry for cock
I'll eat you like a crumb, boy
Let's fuck your dad, he's so grumpy...
Who's the real winner here?
Stretch it for days
Try someone more experienced
Loud morning call
Tell her whatever she wants to hear