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