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