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