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