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