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