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