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