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