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