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