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