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