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