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