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