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