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