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