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