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