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