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