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