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