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