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