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