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