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