Hazel Moore: Bad Manners
Hazel Moore: Bad Manners
Wet for love not for riches
I feel what's up, baby
Rub me through sweat and moans
Straight up, no fucking about
Make sucking dick your id photo
Better wood to stack your jenga
Everyone is invited
Do me a favor, will ya?
Such luck, a fuck butterfly
Hunger with lust
It will be hard to walk after this
Your dick says yes, stepbro
Fuck me, i'm burning