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