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