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