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