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