My love sighs and stirs on top of a grave,
Her bare breasts heave,
Nipples red, hard and riding,
My spent seed sticks in her auburn down
. .
. And he told me that he was going to take me to my dad to tell him what I was up to. He loved the way I looked up at him with my hungry eyes and squeezed his full balls
My love sighs and stirs on top of a grave,
Her bare breasts heave,
Nipples red, hard and riding,
My spent seed sticks in her auburn down
. .
. And he told me that he was going to take me to my dad to tell him what I was up to. He loved the way I looked up at him with my hungry eyes and squeezed his full balls
My love sighs and stirs on top of a grave,
Her bare breasts heave,
Nipples red, hard and riding,
My spent seed sticks in her auburn down
. .
. And he told me that he was going to take me to my dad to tell him what I was up to. He loved the way I looked up at him with my hungry eyes and squeezed his full balls
