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