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