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