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