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