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