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