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