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