Heat From The Fire, Ameena Green
Heat From The Fire, Ameena Green
I'll eat you like a crumb, boy
I was thinking to take it raw...
You rolled in the perfect hands and lips
Stretch it for days
Loud morning call
Tell her whatever she wants to hear
Try someone more experienced
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
Let's fuck your dad, he's so grumpy...
Sorry son, but i'm hungry for cock
My tongue won't miss a spot