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