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