Ontem Nós Tinhamos 17 e Era Carnaval
Ontem Nós Tinhamos 17 e Era Carnaval
I'll eat you like a crumb, boy
You are a treat for my husband
My tongue won't miss a spot
I was thinking to take it raw...
Try someone more experienced
Who's the real winner here?
What am i to do with you, slave?
Sorry son, but i'm hungry for cock
Loud morning call
Tell her whatever she wants to hear
Stretch it for days
Let's fuck your dad, he's so grumpy...
What you don't see is what you get
You rolled in the perfect hands and lips