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