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