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