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