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