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