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