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