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