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