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