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