tangodeltawilli: Not the brightest of lads, are you?Can’t stop thinking like a man.Staring at my breasts. Thinking about my tongue.But you are not a man anymore. Not since Amy locked you cock in that metal cage.But you just keep trying little thing.
tangodeltawilli: Not the brightest of lads, are you?Can’t stop thinking like a man.Staring at my breasts. Thinking about my tongue.But you are not a man anymore. Not since Amy locked you cock in that metal cage.But you just keep trying little thing.
