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