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