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