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