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