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