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