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