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