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