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