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