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