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