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