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