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