Lucid Things Charly Summer and Jill Kassidy
I'll eat you like a crumb, boy
You are a treat for my husband
Sorry son, but i'm hungry for cock
You rolled in the perfect hands and lips
Loud morning call
Tell her whatever she wants to hear
Try someone more experienced
What you don't see is what you get
I was thinking to take it raw...
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?