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