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