Timeless 1950's, Jill Kassidy
Timeless 1950's, Jill Kassidy
What am i to do with you, slave?
You are a treat for my husband
Loud morning call
What you don't see is what you get
You rolled in the perfect hands and lips
Let's fuck your dad, he's so grumpy...
My tongue won't miss a spot
I was thinking to take it raw...
Sorry son, but i'm hungry for cock
I'll eat you like a crumb, boy
Who's the real winner here?
Try someone more experienced
Stretch it for days
Tell her whatever she wants to hear