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