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