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