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