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