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