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