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