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