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