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