Britt Blair - Next Gen Gone Wild
Britt Blair - Next Gen Gone Wild
Pick your pleasure
There you go, that's the itch
You don't need babysitting anymore
The pressure must be somewhere else
You have to fill your father's boots
Under the mask there is a slut
This is my cake's candle, son
If internet is out...
She's slim but chances are big
Don't burst yet!
Can we try these positions?
We're hungry, papi!