The Concealed Flute, Aubry Babcock
The Concealed Flute, Aubry Babcock
You are a treat for my husband
Stretch it for days
I'll eat you like a crumb, boy
You rolled in the perfect hands and lips
My tongue won't miss a spot
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...
Loud morning call
Who's the real winner here?
What am i to do with you, slave?
Try someone more experienced
I was thinking to take it raw...