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