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