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