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