Jane Wilde, Rob Piper and Chocolate God
Jane Wilde, Rob Piper and Chocolate God
Loud morning call
You rolled in the perfect hands and lips
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...
Let's fuck your dad, he's so grumpy...
Stretch it for days
You are a treat for my husband
I'll eat you like a crumb, boy
Who's the real winner here?
My tongue won't miss a spot
Try someone more experienced
Sorry son, but i'm hungry for cock