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