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