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