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