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