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