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