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