Home For Christmas, Blaire Johnson
Home For Christmas, Blaire Johnson
Sorry son, but i'm hungry for cock
You rolled in the perfect hands and lips
Loud morning call
Try someone more experienced
I'll eat you like a crumb, boy
Who's the real winner here?
Stretch it for days
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?
Tell her whatever she wants to hear