This isn't about me, really
This isn't about me, really
Your holes want it
Husband couldn't fill that hole
You had my food, now you have me
Hit that fucking high pitch note
I texted your mom to let you stay longer
You can't and will not escape
Let me guess, you want them
I want performance, not excuses
Will you still call me after?
So you never had real pussy before?
I hear she's dying for two cocks at once
Special treatment for special privileges
Let the pussy feel neglected
Apple picking and stepbro dicking