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