Wrong Room 02: Ember Snow, Kenna James
Wrong Room 02: Ember Snow, Kenna James
Sorry son, but i'm hungry for cock
You are a treat for my husband
What am i to do with you, slave?
Stretch it for days
You rolled in the perfect hands and lips
Try someone more experienced
Loud morning call
I was thinking to take it raw...
My tongue won't miss a spot
What you don't see is what you get
Tell her whatever she wants to hear
Who's the real winner here?
Let's fuck your dad, he's so grumpy...
I'll eat you like a crumb, boy