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