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